𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟬𝟴.

Brooklyn Monáe Banks| Brook
📍STL – MO📍

When I heard someone knocking on my door from the other side, I pulled myself together from my restful sleep. Noticing Seven was still asleep next to me, I became extremely concerned.

First of all, I was nervous that my grandma would trip out, so I never invited guys over. Secondly, because, I knew my grandma was the one knocking on my room door at this very moment.

"Seven, you have to get up.... Like right now." I tried shaking him awake, while he continued to sleep.

Get upppppp!!!

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

"Yeah, hold on a minute! I have to put on some clothes real quick!"

"Fuck you got goin' on, Brooklyn?" Seven groaned from beside me, sitting up & taking a look around.

"I can explain later, but, right now you have to go— Seven, like right noww..." I tried pulling at his arm, with a low voice.

"Ughh, Pumpkin. C'mon, I'm going to be late to work, baby." My grandma stated impatiently.

"Okay, I'm almost finished; I'm just putting these shorts on." I declared loudly so she could hear me.

"Just go out the window & sit in my car, Seven." As I tried to hand him my keys, I muttered and became shaky. "Pleasee."

I would be scolded or even judged by some for my innocence, but in actuality, it was me. I never in my lifetime had a boyfriend, kissed a boy, or even engaged in sexual activities. The most you'd probably catch me doing was giving a guy a handshake.

I was so anxious at the moment in part because I had thoughts about what my grandma was say or do.

"Brooklyn, ian jumping out no window." Seven shook his head, looking so irritated. "We up two stories high... You trippin."

"Imma go in the bathroom til you done. Finish what you gotta handle & I'll leave after." He ordered, before entering into the bathroom & closing the door behind him.

I finally let my grandma inside & she sat on my bed.

"Can you do my hair for me? You know I can't do this." She chuckled & proceeded to untie the rubber band from her ponytail.

"Grandma, you how old & still won't do your own hair?" I kept helping her while maintaining a straight face & starting at her incredibly long yet thin hair.

"I'm very much young, snookums. I also do know how to do my hair; but, I prefer when you do it." She told me, continuing to sit in a chair inside my room.

"Anyways, lady— You got that brush & the gel?" I questioned & swiped my sweaty palms over my pajama pants.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I left that stuff in your restroom from the last time." She got up and started walking towards the door. "I'll go grab it right quick."

"Wait!" I quickly shouted instantly.

My grandma stopped in her tracks and turned around to face me.