PART 5

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Taylor Marie Smith !

"Are you mad because you're losing?" I hold up my last Uno card

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"Are you mad because you're losing?" I hold up my last Uno card.

"Draw four," Dee slams the card down on the pile. I laugh and slam my last card down too.

"Now you draw eight, and uno out boy," I continue laughing my ass off.

"This game ass," he rolls his eyes, grabbing his controller from the bottom of the bed. I grab my phone, going to instagram.

"You staying a night?"

"Staying a night?" I repeat, "With lil Dee?"

"Stop playing wimmie, I was just asking cuz it's like one some inna morning."

"You want me to stay?" I make sure my presence is wanted before I finally agree. 

"Do you want to stay?" he says, wanting the same reassurance as me.

"Dee."

"Taylor."

"I do want to stay," I admit, "You actually okay to be around. I don't know it's like I feel safe around you."

"Cause you know these niggas ain't fucking with me," he throws up his set, whatever that may be.

"Yeah whatever," I roll my eyes, getting up to grab my charger out my backpack. I grab the fast charger along with my spandex I keep just in case.

"Don't put them on bruh," Dee shakes his head steadily.

"Why?"

"Because I might rape you," he smirks, "Chill."

"Nigga you can't say shit like that," I laugh, "What the fuck that shit actually happens."

"I see why," he continues laughing and I do as well. Trust me I fully condone in consent but this was just funny so I had to laugh.

"I just don't even want to change anymore," I walk to his bathroom, catching my own attention in the mirror.

"Girl change, we finna chop it up and get to know each other lil mama," he closes the bathroom door and I'm left there looking dumb because I didn't get to respond.

I slip off the biker shorts and slip on the spandex. I did take a shower today and I think i'll be okay until I can go get clothes in the morning.

I walk out the bathroom, putting my shorts in my bag before laying back down in the bed. Dee is already propped up by the headboard with his controller in his hand but he placed it down once I'm situated.

"So...?" I form my lips in a straight line, not knowing how to start the conversation. "Wassup with you?"

"Don't make it weird," he chuckles a lil bit. "Tell me bout you moving here and shit like where you come from allat?"

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