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Jayla's pov~

"Really and then what happened?"

"And then I cho- well let's just say I taught her a very valuable lesson at that point" I finished.

"Whoa that's so cool" she mumbled stuffing her mouth with Doritos.

"You know, I could show you some moves"

"Really?" She asked, her eyes bulging like I just told her we were going to Disney world.

She was currently in my room, and I'm still honestly quite shocked that she's not freaked out by the pictures, darkness and shit is still surprising to me. She's the only one that enters my room on a daily basis and that's because she says and I quote 'Jay Jay you're not cool, you are the meaning of cool' , not sure what that means anyway.

To people it's kinda pathetic to have your only friend being a 6 year old while you're 18, but I'm okay with that, she adores me and I... I love her.

I remember the day she said that to me, I couldn't help the smile that was plastered on my face. I was sort of happy about what she said.

"Really"

"Yay, then I can finally teach Tristy not to mess with me"

I sprang up from my chair, "what do you mean? Are you getting bullied Heav?" She's six for fucks sake.

"No no, calm down Jay Jay, he just likes to steal my Oreos so that I'll think they are missing and then he'll give me at the end of the day" She exhaled like it was very hard to say.

"Oh" Sounds like someone has a crush.

"Yeah Jay Jay so you don't have to w—"

A knock on my door interrupted us as Gabby opened the door and poked her head in.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure" I unjust hope she doesn't say anything about my room being dark and broody, she looks at me and freezes.

"What?"

"Oh nothing" She said shaking her head.

"Come on Gabby what is it?" Not that I care or anything, I just wanted to know why she was looking at me like a freak.

"It's just, I haven't seen you smile that much in a long time" She said, her eyes boring into mine.

"Heaven makes me happy" I said looking at her while she was oblivious to our conversation.

"Yeah she does" she says, looking at her daughter with pure admiration while setting her milk down for her.

"Anyways I wanted to know what you would like for dinner"

"Dinner?—-" I asked looking at my phone "—it's just five thirty".

"Yeah I know, I want us to have an early dinner because someonnneeee keeps complaining of a bloated stomach at night"

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