Kobe: im chill. Derek: evb calm down n talk. Kobe: i am calm she js needs to understand that she dropped my food on the floor n i got mad bc i was hungry. Derek: Y/N is that true. Y/N: it was an accident , he mad me drop it. Derek: how. Y/N: he literally grabbed me n bumped my hand then his food fell. Kobe: so before that you didnt throw fries at me. Y/N: YOU DESERVED IT! Kobe: WELL IM HUNGRY! Y/N: THEN GO ORDER SOMETHING TO FUCKING EAT!
*derek grabbed Dior from me*
Kobe: OK I WILL! Y/N: DO IT THEN! Kobe: DO YOU NOT SEE ME DOING IT RN! Y/N: I DONT FUCKING CARE ORDER YOUR FUCKING FOOD! Kobe: BRO- Derek you see i didnt cuss not one time. Derek: Y/N you- Y/N: see n your on his side- give me my son. Derek: Y/N- Y/N:no.
*she grabbed Dior and went to her room*
Derek: dam i nvr seen yall argue like that before. Kobe: yea..
*i put my head in my lap*
Derek: you good bro? Kobe: yea I js- yea. Derek: js go talk to her. Kobe: but I dont wanna keep fighting wit her I love her n I dont wanna lose her-
*I started crying bc I was stressed n I felt like I did to much*
Derek: oh shit- Kobe it's gon be ok bru. Kobe: no bru bc I nvr wanted to argue w her like dat n I hate when she yells at me. Derek: we all do, she's the scariest in the family. Kobe: *laughs*.. but idk what to do. Derek: well order her some food n when it gets here go talk to her n apologize. Kobe: alr. Derek: you got it you good.
*I ordered the food and we kept talking n after a while the food came, I went and got it then went upstairs to Y/Ns room and sat on the bed next to her*
Kobe: hey mama.. Y/N: .. Kobe: look im sorry- Y/N: leave me alone. Kobe: but mama please I'm sorry i didnt mean to get upset with you i was just hungry. Y/N: and I was to you never think about me-
*she started crying*
Kobe: Y/N stop i do think about you.
*i hugged her n she tried to push me off her but i held her*
Y/N: get- off me. Kobe: no. Y/N: move im not joking let me go. Kobe: no. Y/N: move-
*she started biting my hand*
Kobe: that doesn't hurt so stop. Y/N: *cries* get off me Kobe. Kobe: no forgive me. Y/N: moveeee. Kobe: noo. Y/N: *cries* Kobe: why are you crying. Y/N: *cries* bc you won't get off me.
*i let go off her*
Y/N: *cries* Kobe: why are you still crying mama. Y/N: *sniffles* Kobe: are you hungry? Y/N: *cries* yes. Kobe: here.
*I gave her her food and she started eating but she kept sniffing*
Kobe: here n i got you a milkshake. Y/N: *sniffles* thank you.
*she got up n sat on my lap facing me and hugged me*
Y/N: im sorry. Kobe: it's okay mama.
*she gave me a kiss but it was like a peck then she got up n went back to eating her food*
Kobe: .. Y/N: can you give me some ketchup please. Kobe: no why you giving me pecks. Y/N: .. Kobe: sense when was that okay. Y/N: .. Kobe: uh hello. Y/N: i literally gave you a kiss what are you talking abt. Kobe: a peck and a kiss are two different things. Y/N: it was a kiss. Kobe: give me a kiss then. Y/N: i did. Kobe: a longer one.
*she sat on my lap n pecked me again n she tried to get up but i pulled her back n kissed her*
Kobe: stop playing wit me.
*i let go n she went back to eating her food.
Y/N: leave me alone. Kobe: after i js got you food is crazy. Y/N: bc im still mad at you. Kobe: mama I said sorry. Y/N: I don't care. Kobe: look it was a heated moment and we both hot heads. Y/N: you could've been the bigger person and apologized bc you were the one in the wrong first. Kobe: ok but you dropped my food. Y/N: you got me the wrong fucking food why tf could've I have some of yours. Kobe: bro it's my food. Y/N: it doesn't matter I should've been able to get some. Kobe: I didn't wanna share. Y/N you got my order wrong.
Kobe: you should've ate the food like I told you do. Y/N: why tf would I eat something that I don't like. Kobe: I bought it so- Y/N: idc. Kobe: ok den idc either. Y/N: ok tf get out my room. Kobe: no. Y/N: you didn't apologize. Kobe: because you keep coming at me. Y/N: you were wrong first. Kobe: ok Y/N. Y/N: I said what I said. Kobe: ok im sorry im not finna argue no more. Y/N: ok Kobe.
*I ate my food but was still irritated over the little argument. she got finished eating n got on her phone and I played w Dior.*
Dior: ba ba. Kobe: say dada. Dior: bu bo. Kobe: dada. Dior: da. Kobe: close. Dior: da. Kobe: dada. Dior: ba. Kobe: man.
*i kept playing w him and I noticed Y/N was breathing hard and rolling her eyes at me*
Kobe: bro what's the issue. Y/N: im not even talkin to you. Kobe: well im talking you. Y/N: I don't wanna talk to you. Kobe: your rolling your eyes at me n breathing hard. Y/N: what that got to do with you. Kobe: bro wtv.
