Oh my gosh, she sleeps like α baby, α really fine baby. Wait, that came out so wrong. Lemme shut up.
I get up and put α shirt on, it was hot last night, you can't blame me.
I put on a black t shirt, and in the back it says "stand on that grind." It's so hard right?
(That's what she said.)
"D@mn." I look at her, her @$$ is in the air. Oh my gosh. I'm gonna explode.
She wakes up, and stares at me.
"Christan?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Did we do it?"
"No."
"sadly" I say under my breath.
"Huh?!"
"Nothing."
"No, I heard that."
Sh1t.
-❀-
"Ila" I made that nickname for her in 6th grade, I thought I should start calling her that again.
"Mhm"
"Lemme tell you something."
"Hm?"
"I used to like you in middle school."
"Same."
WAIT WOAH WHAT. SAME?!
"WHAT?"
"Yup, I thought I was just friend zoned, so I left it alone." She says truthfully.
"Same."
"Ever since you blocked me, I was literally taking time of my day dedicated to looking for your snap or socials. And then, you moved schools, so I really couldn't see you anymore. You just wouldn't unblock me. I tried getting a texting app, but u said 'gtfo rando' to me, so I didn't try that again."
"Ohh, that was you?"
Oh. My. Gosh.
"No freaking way." "You were obsessed with me?"
She nods.
I'm going to actually go ballistic. Put me in α mental asylum. Now.
"I liked you too but I wasn't obsessed." "Well, that obsessed."
"Oh." She slumped down, looking sad and disappointed.
Sh1t. I f*cked that up. This is why my relationships don't last. Crap like this.
"No, ila, that's not what I meant." "Omfg I always mess this up."
"What do you mean?"
"Some of my relationships didn't last long because of Sh1t like this, I say something but it doesn't come out right." "Like when you were sleeping I said 'you're sleeping like α baby, a fine baby,' IT DIDNT SOUND RIGHT."
She laughed, okay, I think we're back on good terms.
"It's not that funny" I mock her. I love making her mad. She looks so good when she's mad.
"Oh my gosh Chris."
-❀-
I'm sitting on my bed, watching TikTok. I personally think insta reels are better because the comments are funny as heck. But, I settled for this.
"Chris?"
"Yes?"
She sits on my lap. It's the second time. But it still feels weird.
"Uhm Chris?"
"Huh?"
"Is your keys on your lap or in your pocket or something?"
Oh f*ck.
"No, ma'am."
"Oh, so then.."
She's so slow. I can't even take it anymore. Some times I just wanna smack the sh1t out of her (@$$).
"..What's that?"
"Don't be slow. What do you think, ma?"
She laughs, I think she understands now.
She stays there for α while, now laying on my lap, until my leg starts to cramp.
"Ila, my legs hurt"
"Dang, I'm that heavy?"
"Oh my gosh, no." "You've been on my lap for like 2 hours."
"And?" Oh my gosh. She's so sassy. But I love it.
"Can you just get off for a sec, you can get back on in like," I look at my watch "5 minutes."
"No."
"Ima force you off."
"Try your best."
I push her off with just my legs. I'm just like that.
"Rude."
"You told me too." I shrug.
"F*ck you."
"I wish you could."
"CHRISTAN."
"Sorry, ila"
"Well.." she pauses "that idea isn't too bad.."
That was the WRONG response. Actually, no it wasn't.
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
I give her α smirk. But sadly, my personal helper calls me.
"D@mnit" I curse.
She starts pulling her shirt back up, and rebuckling her jeans, dang, she was ready.
"Mr. Eastern?" My helper calls.
"Yes?" I say, walking down the stairs, still buckling my pants.
"Come here!"
I make it down the stairs, I don't know why I always take them when an escalator and elevator are options. I guess I just gotta keep this amazing 10 pack. (I'm so cocky.)
My helper points at α leak in my second kitchens' sink.
"Okay? How much does it cost?"
"750"
"Done, just fix it, or call who you need to, I'll be busy.
"Yes, sir!"
I hurry back up the stairs. Ila is laying in the bed, almost ready, just underwear.
"Wow." I stare.
"Staring is so freaking rude."
"Then I'm the rudest person on the planet."
She lays face down, like I told her, I get on top of her, take off her underwear, and all you hear for the rest of the night was moans and whimpers.
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Middle School Crush |18+
Romansa" I wake up in a dark room, I try to get up but I'm pinned to a foldable chair. If whoever this is is trying to kidnap me, they should at least have a better chair. "CHRIS?" I yell, as loud as I can. "BABY!" He yells in return, it was really muffled...
