𝐻𝑂𝑊 𝐼 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐼𝑇 {𝑃.𝑆𝑀𝑂𝐾𝐸}

𝙸 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙴𝚢𝚎

𝙺.𝙿

"Please don't get cookie crumbs on my bed Bashar," I said curling my hair.

"I'm a grown man I'm not bout to make a mess," He said eating the cookies on my bed.

"Yes you are because you're laying back and you already got crumbs on the side of your mouth boy," I said spraying hair shine on my hair.

"I can't believe you're leaving me," He said while sitting up and wiping the crumbs from the side of his mouth.

"Cut it out It's only for an hour it's just a dinner I'll be back, you could've come but it's for people that go to my church and they can be strict when it comes to stuff like that. I'll take you to the next gathering they'll have or something," I said spraying perfume on me.

"Well, could you at least bring me a plate," He asked touching stuff on my dresser making me smack my lips?

Why are boys so infatuated with stuff that be on our dresser?

"What did I tell you about being all over my dresser Bashar?" I asked crossing my arms and looking at him through my vanity mirror.

"I'm not about to mess anything up Khloe, get off my back," He said making me roll my eyes.

"It's my stuff how are you gonna tell me to get off your back?" I said shaking my head.

"Because you be exaggerating like I'm about to take your stuff ion want this what am I gonna do with hair glue and tampons?" He announced making me laugh.

"Well. I mean you did break my Nicki Minaj perfume playing with it like it was some action figure or something" I said adjusting myself in the mirror.

"And I said I was sorry" He mumbled.

"And I forgave you I'm just saying don't expect me not to be on you or be on high alert" I explained.

"You don't even like Nicki Minaj like that," He said.

"How do you know? I like her enough to buy her 60 dollar perfume from Macy's.

"Because you don't even listen to rap music," Bashar said moving to the other side of my dresser continuing to touch  stuff.

"I listened to a couple of her songs" I shrugged.

"What, on clean version?" He joked making me give him a face.

"Don't worry about that and there is nothing wrong with the clean version I rather listen to that instead of the garbage that is on the radio" I said grabbing my purse making sure everything was in my purse and putting some other things in it.

"Dang so my music garbage now?" He asked acting hurt.

"What?" I asked confused.

"My songs are on the radio Khloe," he said stale facing me.

"Well.. If the shoe fits-".

"Khloe.." He warned.

"I'm kidding Bashar I'm pretty sure your music is not garbage," I said.

"Pretty sure? What is that supposed to mean? You ain't never listened to my music?" He asked?

I don't want him to think I'm lame but I'm gonna be honest.

"No, I haven't, I didn't even really know you foreal before I met you I just thought you were some rich guy I mean I heard your name before and little snippets of your songs because of my co-workers but It never peeked my interest to look into you I didn't even know what you looked like," I said as he just sat there shocked.