the housekeeper || jacob perez. (1) [EDITING]

Chapter Twenty-Six

~Aliyah's POV
I woke up to my phone singing 'Find Your Love', annoucing a call.
I managed to open one eye and look at the Caller I.D.
Jamal.
"Hello?" I croaked.
"Hey, I'm on my way. Be ready." He said.
"Okay." I hung up and got out of bed.
It was five-thirty in the morning, so I didn't worry about my hygiene or clothes, slipped a pair of pink Adidas sandles on my feet, and pulled my hair into a lazy bun.
I rounded my bags and suitcase and put them at the front door before going down to Jacob's room.
His door was suprisingly open.
"Jacob? Jacob?" I whispered, gently shaking him to wake up.
"Mmm, what?" he groaned, not opening his eyes.
"I'm leaving."
"Mmkay, I'll see you later. Don't forget my breakfast." He muttered.
Idiot.
"No, I'm leaving. Forever." I clarified.
His eyes instantly shot open.
"What do you mean, you're leaving?" He asked.
"Your dad fired me."
"WHAT?!?!? Why? Wait...."
"Yeah. Too many reasons to count." I joked.
"Where you gonna go?"
"With Jamal."
He gave a loud groan.
"What?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. It was sorta offensive.
"Oh, nothin'."
"You liar. What's so bad about Jamal?"
"Aliyah, he's a horrible influence. Everytime you leave to 'hang out' with him," He started, making quotation marks with his fingers, "You come back drunk or high."
"I do not! And that's beside the point. I'll miss you." I said.
"I'll miss you too." I extended my arms out, and he walked up to me, embracing me.
It felt good, considering the fact that he only wears drawers to bed, and he was shirtless right now.
Damn, I just now noticed how fine he was. Too late.
 We were interrupted by the sound of a car honking.
"That's him. I'd better be going." I said, pulling away from the hug I wish lasted a little longer.
He honked his horn two more times and I went upstairs.
I gathered all my bags and suitcases, and walked outside to his car.
Jamal got out to help me put them in the trunk.
"What was you doin'? I honked like, five times." He retorted.
"I was just saying goodbye, that's all."
 "Oh, a'ight."
I got in the passenger seat, and latched my seatbelt.
"Uh, sexy outfit?" He laughed, looking up and down my PJ's.
"Ugh, shut up." I playfully ordered, giving him a slight slap on the arm.
We drove back to his house, Bumping 'Talk That Talk' out of the stereo.

~Jacob's POV
I watched as she left. Damn, she's only been here one and a half months, and I feel so much for her.
I texted Kaylan first, telling the news.
**Text Convo**
Princeton; Aliyah left K...
Kaylan; Ugh,, again? 
Princeton; No, she's gone. Like, 4ever.
Kaylan; WHAT? WHAT.DID.U.DO.
Princeton; -.- I didn't do anything, my dad fir- uh, kicked her out.
I never told Kaylan, or Cierra that Aliyah was a maid. And I made Prodigy, Roc, and Ray Ray promise to keep it secret, for her sake.
 I walked back down to my room, and went back to sleep.
 

~Aliyah POV

When I walked in, he showed me all the rooms, and where I was gonna sleep.
"Get dressed.  I wanna take you somewhere." He winked, before leaving me to change. 
Take me somewhere? It's seven in the morning!
It was already really sunny outside, so I grabbed a towel, undergarments, a red crop top that showed off my stomach, denim short shorts, and my red converse before going into the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth,took a hot shower, and curled the tips of my hair.
I changed into my outfit and went into the kitchen, where Jamal was waiting for me.
"You ready?" He said, getting up.
That kinda reminded me of Jacob, when he would ask if I was ready to go to school.
"Yeah, where are we going?" I asked, grabbing my bag.
"To eat first, and I got a new song for us to record."
"Awesome." I smiled.
I absolutely LOVE recording songs with Jamal. He's so talented, and it just makes me feel good.
This will have been our third song recorded. We've done 'Talk That Talk',  and 'Take Care'.
He grabbed hold of my hand, and we walked to the car together.
I got in the passenger seat, and latched my seatbelt.
He drove down the street, and handed a piece of notebook paper to me.
It was the lyrics to the next song.
I looked through it, and my eyebrow raised.
"Uh, there's not much singing in this one." I said, looking at Jamal.
"I know." He grinned.
"So.........what part am I doing?"
"All of it."
"What? You're not expecting me to, rap, are you?"
"Yeah. I know you got it in you." He chuckled.
Oh Lord Jesus.

"Just try it." He said, parking into the lot of IHOP.
 We went in hand-in-hand, and the host sat us down.
We talked about the song, and I practiced it a few times before the waitress came to take our orders. *Side Picture*

She was tall, light skin, long, wavy black hair. I'd bet any amount of money she was mexican.
"I'll have the Pancake special please." I said.
"Uh, yeah, Me too." Jamal said.
"Y'all two a couple?" She said in a ghetto tone while writing down our orders.
"Uh, n-"
"Yeah." Jamal interrupted.
I don't know what he was doing, but I decided to follow it.
"Eso no va a funcionar." She chuckled.