Love Is Pain

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Jonathan & Roman's Apartment

Jonathan: *opens the door*

Shanté: *walks in*

Roman: Look who's back from their honeymoon.

Shanté: *chuckles* Hey Roman.

Roman: Hey. *hugs her* How long are you staying here for?

Shanté: For a couple of days. Maybe weeks. I don't know. Depends on how I feel.

Roman: I don't know why you just didn't go straight home to pack your stuff up. That way when you come back you can actually stay.

Shanté: Well shit, I'm already here.

Roman: & while you are, I'm gonna tell you the rules of living here. Rule #1, last person to be in the kitchen AFTER midnight has to wash all the dishes.

Jonathan: *walks in the kicthen* That doesn't apply to her.

Roman: What?

Shanté: Why don't you just wash your dishes after you use them?

Roman: Because sometimes we be lazy or genuinely just forget.

Shanté: What's rule #2?

Roman: Everyone has to help clean up after a party.

Shanté: Y'all have parties?

Roman: Uh *looks at Jonathan* no. *looks back at Shanté* But we've been thinking about it.

Shanté: What if I don't participate in the party?

Roman: Then you don't need to clean.

Shanté: Well I'm adding a rule. You can't have parties too often.

Roman: What? You think we would throw a party every weekend?

Shanté: I wouldn't be surprised if you did.

Jonathan: Uh huh, well I'm going to go get ready for work & you 2 can stay here talking about rules. *goes in his room*

*time skip*

Jonathan's room

Shanté: *laying on his bed*

Jonathan's POV

I come out the bathroom to find Té laying on my bed. She's laying on her stomach which means she just asking to get her ass smacked. I walk over to her & smack her ass which causes her to do a dramatic ass scream & she jumps up to look at me

Jonathan: You asked for it. *chuckles*

Shanté: Whore.

Jonathan: You love me. *goes to his closet*

Shanté: *chuckles* Whatever. What time do you get off work today?

Jonathan: *putting on clothes* It depends.

Shanté: It always depends.

Jonathan: Not always. Only during the weekdays.

Shanté: Which is almost always.

Jonathan: *goes to her* Don't do anything weird while I'm gone. *kisses her*

Shanté: Why do you think I'll do anything weird? *chuckles*

Jonathan: Because you're weird as fuck. You might smell my underwear or some shit.

Shanté: You think I would smell your underwear?! *🤣*