𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟬𝟴.

Brooklyn Monáe Banks| Brook
📍STL – MO📍

I was woke up from my sleep very startled, when I heard knocking coming from the other side of my door. I was instantly terrified as I looked next to me and seen Seven still asleep.

For one, I never let a boy in because I was afraid my grandma would trip. Secondly, because I knew it was my grandma the one knocking on my room door at this moment.

"Seven, you gotta get up... Like right now." I tried shaking him awake, while he still stayed asleep.

niggaaa get uppp!!

"Pumpkin, you in here?" My grandma spoke from the other side, knocking once again.

"Uh, yes! Just hold on a minute, I have to put some clothes on."

"Fuck goin' on?" Seven sat up and took a look around.

"I can explain it later, but gotta go. Like right now, Seven." I tried to pull his arm, with my low voice.

"C'mon, Pumpkin, for I be late to work." My grandma stated.

"Okay, I'm almost finished; I'm putting these shorts on." I yelled loudly enough for her to hear me.

"Here, just go out the window and sit in my car." As I tried to hand him my keys, I muttered and became shaky.

Some people would make fun of me for being innocent, but in reality it really was me. I never had a boy in the over because I was afraid of what my grandma might do, which is partially why I was so nervous.

"Brooklyn, ian finna jump out no window. We two stories up, trippin."

"Imma just go in the bathroom til y'all done, I'll leave then." He said as he entered the restroom and closed the door behind him.

My grandma finally came in and sat on my bed after I opened the door for her.

"Can you still do my hair for me? You know I can't do this." She chuckled as she untied her hair tie from the ponytail.

"Grandma, how old are you and still can't do your own hair..?" I looked at her with a straight face, while helping her out.

"For your information, I am very young. I also do know how to do my hair; but, I prefer when you do it." She said, before sitting in a chair in my room.

"Anyways, you still got the brush and the gel?" I asked, wiping my sweaty palms onto my pants.

"Oh yeah, I left the brush in your bathroom from the last time you did my hair. Imma go grab it right quick." She got up and started walking towards the door.

"Wait!"

She stopped in her tracks and turned around to face me.

"Girl, what the hell you yelling for? About to give me a damn heart attack"

"I'm sorry. Let me just get it for you. I probably moved it anyway." I offered and progressively moved her away from my bathroom door.

"It's fine; I need to move around anyway and try to lose this gut." She laughed.

oh my goshh, seven, PLEASE be in the shower or somethingg!