24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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Light Snap
Light Snap
What the hell's going on, I questioned myself while between sleep and wake upon hearing the sounds of a camera snapshots.
I wondered, is Drew taking pictures of me in my sleep? If so, I'll be mad as hell cuz' I know that I'm not the prettiest sight in the morning. More than likely my hair is thrown all over the place, my lips are dry, a booger is probably in my eyes and surely my breath smells by now.
"Drew, stop it," I mumbled between the pillows so I could keep the smell of my breath under wraps.
"What," he grunts, his voice sounding raspy as if he's still asleep and I know Lj's still sleeping since I'm looking directly at him; and if he's not doing it, who the hell is in my house?
I quickly stood up to my feet in a panic, rubbing my eyes so that I'd be able to see clearly only to see Perez's stature and a smile on his face.
"What the hell!?"
"I should be the one screaming with you looking like that," he jokes and says, "it's 'bout time you woke up anyway."
"How'd you get into the house?"
"You remember the time you lost one of your spare keys?"
I nodded.
"Well, it was in the car."
"Oh," I said as I handed out my hand, saying, "well can I have it now, please and thanks."
"Why?"
"Because it's my keys."
"But I want to keep it," he pouts.
"You know what? Keep it, Perez. Just keep it," I shook my head as I made my way to the kitchen for a cold drink.
"This is the least you could give me after years of friendship," Perez teased as he too fetched himself a drink and had leaned up on the counter sipping on his OJ watching as I took down the pancake batter box from the cabinet, shutting it behind me before turning to face Perez and right away took notice of him staring at me.
"Why are you watching me so hard," I asked him, following up with a chuckle.
"I'm trying to figure out why you're walking around here like you are cute when your hair is stuck up all over the place. You can at least wash your face and brush your hair and teeth before you start our breakfast.”
I laughed as I patted my hair down, saying to him, "first of all, nobody's making any breakfast for you. Secondly, you're worried about the wrong things. I'm home, you're not."
"How do I then possess a key if I don't live here," he asks while dangling the key in the air.
"Yeah, for now but one of these days sooner or later those won't be able to open up my doors since I'm changing the locks."
