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"i wish i had an office," i said sneaking around luca's office, "he's so corny bro," i laughed at the picture he had of us on his desk, "but adorable too,"
i sat at the desk then turned on the computer seeing it had a password. i typed in my full name and the screen opened up to some of the work stuff he had left open.
"bae be so busy up here all day," i said clicking through some things, "look at my man not drug dealing no more. he a office man now period," i said picking up the phone and putting it to my ear. i just heard the dial tone so i put the phone back down.
i got up again and went to his book shelf. "why he got books up here he don't even read,"
just then my phone rang in my pocket and once i had seen luca facetiming me i ran out his office and answered in the corridor.
"hello my love i wasn't doing nothing," i smiled out of breath.
"so you wasn't just snooping around my office?" he titled his head back.
"no why would i be in there anyways?" i rolled my eyes.
"damn. who knows what else you capable of lying about?"
"whatchu talkin bout?" i scrunched up my face. just as i said that i received an imessage notification from him. it was a video of me on the camera walking around the office and touching stuff.
"baby i'm not even here," i said shaking my head.
"so where tf you at?" he chuckled, "because that look like you, in my office, in our house,"
i love how he included the our.
"shit ion know what to tell you but that ain't me," i shrugged, "but when you bout to be home?"
"in five,"
"bet. let's play hide and seek. i'm finna go hide now until you come back,"
"i can literally see through the came-"
"and turn those damn cameras off. that's cheating,"
"get to hiding nigga," he said and i ended the call and quickly went to look for a place to hide. this house was big but it was no where to hide fr.
i chose one of the guest rooms and decided to hide on top of the wardrobe. it took me a while to get up there but shit i was up.
then deante facetimed me, making me silence my phone but i still answered it.
"you hit a growth spurt or something?" he asked me.
"what?"
"why yo head so close to the ceiling?"
"i'm on the fucking wardrobe," i said putting my camera down to show him.
"fuck is you doing up there?"
"playing hide and seek,"
"you're so weird," he rolled his eyes, "anyways lemme tell you what just happened bruh. i was just discriminated by some ghetto ass bitches,"
"what happened?"
"so i went by the hospital right? to get yo wheelchair back all i had to say was that you peed in it and we ain't clean it so they gave it back to me but anyways," he sighed, "so i got the wheelchair in my car right, and i pull up to to the mall but it's no parking only disabled and something just clicked in my head like dr doofenshmirtz and i look at the chair and i'm like 'tuh' and then-"
"you just be talkin don't know what you be saying your damn self,"
"if you ain wanna hear my sad story just say that,"
"bye luca home love you mwah," i said as i heard the door close downstairs meaning luca was home.
"i knew you cheated bruh," i said as soon as he walked in the room and looked up at the wardrobe, "help me down peasant,"
he laughed and dragged me down by my legs making me fall on the ground. "you think that's funny?"
"hell yeah," he laughed louder.
"oh okay," i said walking off and making my way to the kitchen. he followed behind me as i pulled out a paper plate and sprayed some whipped cream on it.
i turned around and looked at luca who looked at me for a second before bursting out into laughter. as soon as he did that i slapped the plate in his face than ran all the way upstairs to the bathroom. and locked the door behind me.
a few seconds later i heard the door making noises and i literally face palmed myself.
"i forgot this nigga picked locks," and as i said that the door flew open.
"noooo," i laughed/yelled.
"come here," he grabbed me and put me in the shower turning the cold water on.
"luca!" i yelled jumping out, "you know how long it took me to silk press ts?" i said looking in the mirror at my now curly hair.
"i've always liked it curly anyway," he said playing with it behind me, "you be putting too much heat on your hair,"
"oh you washed your face," i said drying my hair with a towel.
"i love me some you bruh," he said grabbing me by my neck and pulling me closer.
"i know it sucks that we gotta die and i won't be able to see you in heaven,"
"what?"
"what? you not making it you're a murderer but it's cool i'll ask God for visits. that's my homeboy, been knowing him since '85 he'll let it slide," i shrugged.
"just be talkin bruh," he laughed and pecked my lips, "i'm mad tho ion like how you changed me,"
"yes you do clearly because nobody be putting a gun to your head to say ts you be saying,"
"okay i do like it but," he said picking me up and sitting me on the sink, "ion know i just never thought it would ever get like this,"
"whatchu mean?"
"like being with you actually gave me hope. my dad left after i was born and took alaina with him but left me with my momma and you know how that went,"
"so after that ian believe in no type of love whatsoever,"
"not even towards debo or deante?"
"naa it weren't love it was like.. ion know how to describe it. it's like i appreciated their presence but ian never love em like that. then after i met you i realised how much love i have for everyone around me and learned to show it. that's why i be telling you all the time how much i appreciate you because i really do,"
"happy you're satisfied with my services," i nodded.
he sucked his teeth, "on some real shit tho, i know we be saying ts back and forth but i love you fr,"
"i love you too babe," i said pecking him on the lips, "you hungry?"
"yeah you cooked?" he asked me. i looked up at him and spread my legs with a smile. "you hell." he shook his head tugging at my shorts.
