1. 𝐌𝐫.𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

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𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"𝐌𝐎𝐌, 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘/𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄!!!" Jesh shouted through the house.

"oh hi kids!" alysha greeted us.

"hi leesh." i greeted back.

"oh um yeah here are the groceries." jesh said while walking into the kitchen

i walked behind him and dropped the groceries i had.

my phone started to go off so i picked it up and it read "Mama 🤎"

i answer it.

"heyyy, mama!" i greet her.

"hi baby, listen if you want to, me and your dad have that premiere tonight if you still wanted to go, we have found a babysitter."

"oh yes for sure, how many plus ones do i get?" i ask excitedly.

"oh um 1."

"oh ok, i'll ask bri."

"ok well i love you, what time will you be home to get ready?"

"i love you, and i'll be home at 11, so a few hours."

"ok bye dear."

"bye."

i hung and was greeted by a hurt looking jesh.

"oh is my baby sad!" i fake pouted and went to hug him and started to pet his hair.

"aw mon pauvre, pauvre, bèbè." i said as he faked cried.

"ooh, mon joli garçon!!" i sad as he pretended to cry harder.


"aww i knew it!! you guys are together." said alysha in her thick french accent.

"wait what- what did she say?" he asked stressing.

"oh nothing, mon amour, she just called you a pretty boy and her baby." she said as if it was nothing.

"oh ok, mom?"

she hummed in response.

"how do you say ugly rat?"

she raised her eyebrow before responding with, " it's 'rat laid.'"

(rat- lay)

"ok thanks- and you are my little rat laid!" he said pinching my cheeks.

i slapped his hands away and went to facetime briana.

i ran into jesh's room and flopped on his bed as he soon entered and we to play video games.

i clicked her name which read "bri 💗💵"

soon i saw her face and she greeted with a, "heyyy hoe."

"hey bish." i said smiling.

"omg what about me!" said jesh acting all girly.

"sorry hobo." she said while laughing a bit.

"anyways, b, so my parents said i could go to that premier, and i wanted to know if you wanted to go?" i ask her with a bit of hope in my eyes.

"oh yessss!! wait i don't have a dress." she informed me.

"oh i'm sure i have one."

"ok yeah i'm down, what time should i be at my second home?" she asked sucking on a popsicle.

"umm, like 11:30." i informed her while i flicked jesh for making a wrong turn in his game and dying.

"ok, well i got to go, baby girl."

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