*we started driving and when we got to chick fil a Kobe was asking me what I wanted but I didn't answer*
Kobe: if you don't tell me what you want yk your not eating right. Y/N: ... Kobe: hello? Oh I'm hearing nothing but fucking silence. Y/N: ... Kobe: if you not finna talk then that's your problem just know yk how I eat so don't try and bite one of my sandwiches or take any of my fries. Y/N: ...
*we pulled up to the speaker thing and Kobe told them what he wanted and when we got to the window he got his recite*
Kobe: I ask you if you wanted something but no you don't wanna talk that's cool.
*we pulled up to the next window and he got the food and then we parked somewhere in the parking lot*
Kobe: are you hungry or not cuz I'm not playin these fucking games wit you. Y/N: ... Kobe: bett im boutta go get a milkshake for me and me only don't touch my shit.
*he left*
Y/n: y'all he's getting mad *laughs* but it's just a prank so like what's his problem- oop he's coming back.
*he came back and he looked at me and rolled his eyes*
Kobe: princess. Y/N: ... Kobe: why you mad at me I didn't do anything. Y/N: ... Kobe: and I didn't even want this milkshake I got it for you. Y/N: ... Kobe: what you on your thing or sum. Y/N: ... Kobe: I knew you were here. Y/N: ... Kobe: omg then I'll set it right here.
*he put the milkshake down and open his food and started eating and he looked at me and saw I was staring at his food*
Kobe: wait a damn minute- you- I- ik your trying to prank me bruh. Y/N: *laughs* I can't you should've seen your face you were so mad. Kobe: bruh I knew it but here. Y/N: no yk I don't get sandwiches. Kobe: well I'm not going back in there. Y/N: omg- Kobe: don't do that cus I asked you if you was hungry. Y/N: fine. Kobe: you can have this one. Y/N: but you bit it already. Kobe: and. Y/N: I don't want it. Kobe: Y/N you better eat that fucking sandwich.
Y/N: *laughs* ok ok.
*i took a bite of the sandwich and it was ok*
Kobe: you like it. Y/N: it's ok. Kobe: whatchu mean. Y/N: yk I don't like eating all this stuff. Kobe: but I- fine I'll go get your chicken nuggets. Y/N: no baby you don't have to. Kobe: you sure because I want you to eat. Y/N: no it's ok. Kobe: you sure. Y/N: yea I'll just eat something at home. Kobe: no because now your making me feel bad, because I didn't get what you wanted.
Y/N: it's ok bubba. Kobe: ok, you want some fries. Y/N: no baby I'm ok. Kobe: no here.
*he gave me a fry and I ate it and he looked so happy*
Y/N: *laughs* Kobe: guys she's eating. Y/N: *laughs*- baby did you get me a spoon. Kobe: yea it was just right here tho. Y/N: oh baby it's ok. Kobe: no it's not you don't have a spoon. *he started looking for it* Y/N: baby if you can't find it then- Kobe: no I got it.
*he looked in his dashboard for a spoon and found one*
Kobe: here you go. Y/N: thank you. Kobe: now I want one. Y/N: here. Kobe: no I don't wanna eat all of your stuff. Y/N: no here I'm not gonna eat it all anyway. Kobe: no eat your milkshake. Y/N: ok. Kobe: baby what we finna do later. Y/N: idk. Kobe: where you wanna go. Y/N: idk. Kobe: what do yk. Y/N: idk. Kobe: *laughs* Y/N: OOOOO im gonna make Pollo Guisado tonight for dinner. Kobe: what is that? Y/N: its a Dominican dish you dont know what it is. Kobe: you making it for me? Y/N: no stupid. Kobe: then whos it for. Y/N: are you staying for dinner. Kobe: maybe. Y/N: oh my.
Kobe: ill see yall when we get to Y/N's house.
*he paused the camera*
Kobe: i want some. Y/N: ok lil boy. Kobe: and i wanna help you. Y/N: you dont know how to make it. Kobe: i wanna learn tho. Y/N: ok fine.
*we started driving and when we got home we went and took a shower and when we got out we got dressed then went downstairs to the kitchen to started cooking*
Y/N: so i need a pan- omg baby. Kobe: huh? what did i do? Y/N: you didnt do anything i just need you to tie my hair back. Kobe: oh yea hold on.
*he set the camera up and un paused it*
Kobe: ight yall we back and we boutta make uhh Pollo something something i forgot. Y/N: baby. Kobe: ok ok im coming.
*i gave him a rubber band and he put my hair in a ponytail*
Kobe: yall look at me i should be a hairstylist. Y/N: *laughs* Kobe: *smirks*
*when i was about to get a pan from the cabinet kobe yanked me by my ponytail*
Y/N: wtf- kobe. Kobe: *laughs* Y/N: its not fucking funny. Kobe: yes it is. Y/N: so if i punch you in your jaw again it would be funny right. Kobe: ok now your doing to much. Y/N: ykw your done get out of the kitchen. Kobe: fine i will.
*he took the camera and sat on the island and went on his phone*
Y/N: *sighs* can you come back in here. Kobe: bipolar ass bruh i swear. Y/N: shut up.
