His Little Girl

20

-no one-

"Justin!" Roquelle said poking his nose.

Justin rolled the other way. Ugh he always does that. Roquelle thought.

"What?" He muttered. She walked around the bed to his side. Roquelle put her hands on her hips. "Mind telling me why your arm was around me?"

"I don't recall."

"You and that freaking I don't recall phrase. I don't recall, I don't recall, I don't recall. Well someone has to recall, Okay justin?!? You know what your problem is?? You have short term memory loss!! What is up with you and that?"

Roquelle breathed in and out. What's happening to her? Why did she just get cranky?

Geez, what's up my ass this morning? She thought.

"I don't recall..." He answered. It was funny seeing her worked up.
Roquelle grabbed a pillow and bopped him on the head with it.

When she was about to do it again, Justin grabbed the pillow making her fall on top of him.

He smirked at her.

Roquell rolled her eyes and got up, going to the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth, did her business, then went downstairs.

She was about to make breakfast when she realized Tiana was nowhere to be found

"Tiana, baby?" She called out.

"Miss Tiana is blowing bubbles on the porch. She ate waffles for breakfast as well." Harold said as he flipped a page in the newspaper. He was just walking by.

"Thank you Harold!" Roquelle said before Harold dissapeared down the hallway.

He's a really cool guy..

She decided to eat waffles now because it was already too late to start cooking breakfast. But the. Again she was feeling like eating an omlet too. It was already afternoon.

She also decided to make Justin the breakfast too.

Roquelle felt another presense in the kitchen. She turned to the other side and saw Justin open the fridge.

"Take that shirt off your head." He muttered.

"I'm sorry sir, is there a problem?" Roquelle asked pouring the syrup all over her waffles. Justin was the type that always felt that there was something to say. Even when they were dating, Justin teased her and made rude comments.

But it was funny.

"Yes, its just-its bothering me."

"Build a bridge and get over it." Roquelle said.

"Or maybe I can just do this," he said yanking the shirt from around her head.

Roquelle screamed.

"You are so unbelievable, Justin!! Give it back." She snapped. Gosh, the memories were coming back.

He snorted when he saw her hair. "You know, you should really do something with that."

Roquelle's big puff was on her head and it wasn't styled or anything. Well she was at Justin's house and no products, so.

"Thats why I had the shirt!" She frowned. "Stop making fun of me."

"Turn that frown upside down, Roquelle."