+𝑯𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝑬+ (𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 x Gojo)

Your teeth in ma ballz

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"You kissed me. Like really hard too." She said.

I looked away, ashamed.

"Yes, I did." I admitted, "I'm really really sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"No, don't apologize, I liked it." She admitted. "You just did it mad hard."

"I wasn't--

"I hope you wasn't tryna transition this to s - e - x." She interrupted.

"No no. For the first time, I'm not."

She patted my back. "I'm glad."

"We can eat now." I said, pointing to the food.

"Yesss all this deliciousness."

We took all the food downstairs to my living dining room.

"Nigga, you got a tv in your dining room?" She asked, aweing.

"How else am I supposed to enjoy my meal?"

"It's big as hell too." She grazed her fingers along the edges of my tv. "You got money money."

"Sure, whatever that means."

We sat down on opposite sides of the table.

"Fuck you got a long ass table for?" She asked.

"Don't worry about it." I replied, knowing my response was probably gonna hurt her feelings.

As we ate, we talked. Again I found myself staring at her. Her beautiful brown skin, her plump beautiful lips shining and reflecting the light, her long, curly, jet-black hair (the wig she wore), the little bumps on her forehead, her pimples, her birthmarks, everything. I'm sure she felt me staring since she smiled everytime my eyes met hers.

"Lemme get a fryyyyy." She play sobbed.

"Give me a shrimp dipped in the sauce then we can trade." I offered.

"Deal."

She dipped one of her shrimps in her sauce and walked over to where I was sitting. I grabbed a handful of fries and we did the exchange.

"Glooks." She said.

"Huh? what does that mean?"

"Thank you." She explained. "Omueze is from New Jersey. They say that over there."

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"I'm from [____]"

"Oh that sounds so cool. I wanna visit one day."

"I bet you would." She smirked.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"I dunno, just eat." She said.

We finished eating and threw away all the stuff we ate with. I insisted she throw away the plates we used but she insisted on washing them. We were about to go back upstairs to finish watching Matilda until she said

"If I'm gonna sleep over I need a sleep over bag."

"Do you mean like a spend the night bag?"

"Yes." She said, "A spennanightbag."

I laughed. "Grab my keys, mama."

I liked calling her mama. It sounded nice and the reaction she gave made me laugh. Except this time it wasn't funny-- it was cute. She smiled, went to the bowl, grabbed my keys, and gave it back to me.