"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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AFTER LEGACY AND Leya went out to eat with his family, she didn't take him straight home, instead of going home she pampered him no matter how much he objected.
She thought it was so cute.
She made him get a pedicure and a manicure, so his nails were nice clean and shiny and his feet were soft. He complained the entire time but she didn't care.
Once they finished that, she took him to get a massage, and if looks could kill she would be dead. It wasn't until they actually started working on him that he untensed.
Leya had heard him say his muscles felt tight and sore because he had went from barely moving all day, and smoking—to working manual labor five days a week, going to the gym to work out, and boxing within the span of two months.
He could admit that the massage had helped him a lot and he felt a weight lifted, so he wasn't even grumpy. Like right now. Now that he was in a better mood he let her bring him to get an hair cut.
He had gotten a retwist two days prior and for the first time he had two strand twists instead of barrel twists. She had brought him to get a hair cut—and it wasn't at a regular barbershop either.
She brought him to sleepy's apartment, and he was currently giving him a line up in his living room. Regardless of the setting, it was coming out perfectly thanks to Leya currently fussing at him.
Sleepy was so intimidating that people never thought to talk out of term when it came to him, but he was like a brother so she could boss him around with no penalty and that's what she was doing, making sure he did his best work on Legacy.
"And it better not be crooked." Kataleya had her arms crossed over her chest, a frown covering her face as she studied his movements carefully.
"Mmcht Knucks aight bruh, I hear you. Can you sit down so I can focus!" He yelled at her, and she sized him up and down.
"Who he fuck you talkin too? It ain't my fault you shakin and shit! You betta not fuck my man hair up," She knew he wouldn't, but she felt as if he just needed the extra push to stay in line.
His friends were laughing at him on the couch. They were apart of his set of course, so they had seen him in action. "Nah sleepy ian gon' lie, letting a girl punk you is crazy." Cordell laughed even more finding the show funny.
Legacy wasn't even paying them any mind, instead sititng there with his eyes closed trying not to fall asleep. He was used to Leyas behavior and at this point nothing she did or said could shock or move him.
"Mmcht fuck y'all. Y'all don't know Baby Dee. That's why you laughing at me, cause youn know Baby Dee." He recited the line from Friday, altering a little to match their current situation.
"Stop talking so much we got other shit to do sleepy." She rolled her eyes, ignoring the eyes she was getting from his friends. She knew she was cute but unfortunately she was off the market—forever.
