❝You, Zaiah Dolivo, deserve my tears, my laughter, my happiness, my sadness. And you definitely deserve my pancakes. You deserve everything.❞
30,000 euros is a lot right?
That's what Nevaeh thought when she accepted the deal with Zaiah.
Zaiah Doli...
"Oh, Amenadiel!" I say relieved when Zaiah and I arrived at my house.
"Who the hell is Amenadiel?" Zaiah asks and I slap him on the shoulder.
He looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. "What was that, Neve?"
"You shouldn't use 'hell.' Amenadiel is God," I tell him and raise my index finger to the sky. Well, the ceiling, but you understand the idea.
"I'm not a religious person, but Amenadiel is certainly not God."
"In Lucifer, it is so don't try to say something."
"Not with that show again," Zaiah complains.
I have a hurt face. "Don't disrespect the show again." I threaten him and raise my index finger at him to look more serious. You can beat me, and betray me but you don't offend my favourite show.
Zaiah pushes my finger in front of him. "You're beautiful when you're angry."
Ha. Joke on him. I'm not angry.
I notice that water is flowing from our clothes and wetting the floor. "We need to change."
I pulled him by the hand and dragged him to the door of my room. "You stay here." I urge him but I don't let him answer because I close the door.
I would normally let him in my room but now it's wet and I don't want him to dirty my room. I already do.
I'm looking for some of Mick's clothes. He is a very airy person and forgets many things here when he comes to visit.
After about 2 minutes I found a white T-shirt, some shorts and a pair of underwear. Don't ask why I have this in my closet. Please.
I open the door and give him the clothes and some clean towels. "There's a bathroom in the last room."
He leaves without telling you anything and I go to the room to take a shower.
After finishing the shower in a hurry, I put on some clothes at random and go to the kitchen.
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Zaiah is already there and eating some french fries that my mother made before she left. "Hey, those are my french fries," I say and go to him to take potatoes from his hand but he does a pirouette and I can't get them.
"Zaiah!" I yell at him but he just starts laughing.
"I'm hungry, okay?" He says he still eats other french fries.
"Well, then we'll make some food, but don't touch my mother's food," I explain and try to steal the potatoes again, but I still can't. "You already eat it at your home."
