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|| Grindin || An August Alsina Story ||

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Autumn Tiana Smith, born in Queens, New York, but raised in New Orleans. Poor Autumns parents died when she was only the age of 12. She was sent to New Orleans, Louisiana to live with her aunt, who had died of a heart attack when Autumn was 19. On t...

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by xXRoyalAsiaa

by xXRoyalAsiaa

                                    
                                              Autumn's Pov~



                          "So we're good now?" I asked. "No more attitude?"
                          "We coo'".

                          "August." I raised my right eyebrow at him.
                          "No mo' attitude. We good." He stood up and started walking out the room.
                          "Where you going?" I asked, looking up at him.
                          "What, i can't piss?" He turned around.
                          I gave a stink face and waved my hand. "Bye." I laughed.
                          "Aii then." He walked out the room.
                          I shook my head and watched him walk out the room.
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                          "I'on want no drama, I just wanna be your diamond babe." I sang and moved my hips to Favorite while my hot pocket sat in the microwave. "Guaranteed to be a problem, Every time i get around you babe." I spun around and swayed side to side in my pajama shorts.



                          "I jus' wantchu to need me, You might really wanna try me babe, All I know i want a rida'" August came in the kitchen out of no where and stood beside me, swaying side to side also.



                          I stopped dancing and looked at him. "Come on" He locked arms with me and forced me to sway side to side. We did that and laughed for a while until the microwave beeped.



                          I dropped his arm and ran to the microwave, pulling the hot pocket out with thirst. 
                          "Ahhhh" I winced and dropped the hot pocket on the floor.
                          I waved my hand quickly and blew it.
                          "So damn hot." I sucked my teeth and picked the hot pocket up with a paper towel and tossed it in the trash.
                          "Das' why it's called a Hot Pocket, smart one." August smartly remarked.
                          "Fuck you." I flicked the middle finger.
                          "When eva' you want to." August leaned against the island with a big grin on my face.



                          Did he just flirt with me?



                          I quickly walked out the kitchen, into the living room. I was trying to hide my blushing.



                          "Thought so. Don't get smart wit Aug lah' girl." August followed me, and sat on the couch. 



                          He put his feet on the table and leaned back, staring at me as i stood in the middle of the room, directly in front of him.



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