Hey, lovely's So, today's I plan to prank Dd,I chuckled softly, standing in the bathroom. "We had a little argument like 15 minutes ago, nothing serious, but he thinks I'm sad . So, I'm going to be pretend to cry with the door locked. I've got a camera set up outside and another one here. Let's get started!"
"Okay, okay, he's coming," I whispered to the camera in front of me as I heard him approaching. Taking a breath to stifle my laughter, I prepared to play my part. I heard Dd
's footsteps as he neared the door, eventually knocking on it.
"What?" I replied. "Can you open the door?" he asked.
"No," I spoke, "Why?"
"Because what you said was rude," I softened my tone a bit.
"You walked off and gave me an attitude, baby," he explained. "Because you had an attitude first," I argued. He tried picking at the door, attempting to open it.
"Stop, Dd ," I pushed against the door, making sure it stayed closed. "Why am I stopping?" he asked. "Leave me alone," I retorted with an attitude.
"Why are you mad, though?" he inquired. "Because you're catching an attitude and being rude, and you know I'm sensitive. So why are you acting like that?" I tried to make my voice crack a little.
"Don't cry. I'm sorry. All I'm saying is—" he cut himself off, knocking on the door more and shaking the knob. "Are you crying?" he asked in a softer but kinda loud tone. I continued to act like I was crying, ignoring what he was saying.
"Y/n," he called, knocking more and shaking the knob. "Nooo, leave me alone. You had no reason to be rude to me, Dd," I said.
"Bro, you're shutting me out, and I'm right here for you. I'm showing you I give a heck. I GIVE A HECK! Why are you locking the door on me? Word, my dear, I'm about to bust through this stuff," he declared, banging on it hard.
I silently covered my mouth, looking at the camera. "I apologize, baby. Open the door," he said, hitting it more. I exaggerated my fake cries as he turned and shook the knob. I unlocked it, turning away as he came in.
"Why are you crying, mama?" he looked down at me, grabbing my waist as I covered my face, fake crying. I moved away, still covering my face, and it was silent for a moment before Ethan picked me up, sitting on the tub, putting me on his lap.
"Stop crying," he said softly, grabbing my face, trying to make me look at him. "Stop touching me," I said, and he moved his hand from my face.
"You're rude as heck," I sniffled into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby. Stop crying," he said, trying to grab my face again. "Pick your head up. Stop crying, mama. I didn't mean to be mean," he said, pulling my face.
"Stop touching my face," I stood up off his lap, now standing between his legs with my head down. He grabbed my arms, saying, "Don't cry, ma," before looking up and noticing the camera was set up and on.
"Why's your camera on?" he asked. I turned away, trying to hold back my laugh. "Don't tell me you're playing right now," he said as I moved my hands from my face a little, showing a little smile.
"Are you smiling?" he asked, confused, before I burst into laughter. "Bro, that stuff's not funny," he said, and I ran into his arms, laughing. He stood up from the tub.
"Ma, why are you trolling? You had me feeling bad and stuff," he spoke as I pulled his arm.
"It was a prank. I'm sorry," I hugged him, smiling. "I was trying not to laugh, and when you kept trying to grab my face, I was about to laugh," I said, laughing. He kissed my head.
"Whatever, you got it, but I'm getting back," he said. "Boy, please, I can't get pranked," I laughed. "But you can, though, 'cause I've done it before," he laughed back.
"Yeah, okay. Anyways, I hope you liked the video. Make sure you like, comment, and subscribe, turn on the post notifications so y'all will know whenever me and my baby post. Drop some prank ideas, and yeah, I love y'all, and I'll see ya in the next video," I said as Ethan had his arms wrapped around me. I held his face with my other hand before blowing a kiss to the camera and stopping the video.
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