JA'KIYA
Never would I imagine he would live in a White House with brown accents here and there, white driveway, fence to match.
The driveway could fit six cars, two in the garage as well.
"I want your house" nodding to myself I sat on his bed underneath his comforter eating. "do you have any pets?"
Zed shook his head watching as I ate, laying to my left with both his hands under my shirt running up and down my stomach and back.
Does he think he's helping me digest my food?
"I feel like if you get a grey cane corso it would be the cherry to your sundae"
"Mm"
"It has to be a girl though, because you know girls are more loyal and are better protectors" I ramble wanting a reaction of some sort, staring down at him I raised an eyebrow.
He blinked.
"Do you listen to everything I say or do you disassociate?"
"Listen"
"Ok so about that dog" I nod after eating minority of my food, closing the container I passed it to Zed and he sat it on his nightstand.
He moved himself between my legs, laying his head on my chest. His thumbs brush against my hips softly as he settles.
"You could name the dog Hiwa—no wait Ayla. Imagine getting mauled to death by a dog name Ayla" I laugh causing Zed to glance at my face mirroring my smile.
"Yeah?"
"No! Oh my gosh I'm just playing. That was sick and twisted"
Smirking he laid down closing his eyes.
"What did you do on that trip? I don't fuck with that not talking to me shit"
"It's you still holding on to it weeks later. I went to support Trell at his concert and help with his album."
"You stopped doing the shit you usually do. You wanted to build a relationship and I gave us room to do it. I'm telling you now I like having a routine and sticking to it. You're already in it, don't change anything. I will not be held accountable for anything that happens when my routine is broken."
"Remember when you said you don't beat women? Does that still apply?"
He laughed.
Like wholeheartedly laughed.
Damn he's fine
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I might scare you unintentionally. I'm not violent unless provoked, I do talk shit though"
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Turning the oven off I hum to myself trying to replicate the sound in my head.
"Up and down we go" I mumble lowly
Taking the cake out of the oven I sat it on the stove.
Where's my stalker—I mean Zed? Across the kitchen watching me eating a bowl of Apple Jacks.
"Don't you want to play your game or something?"
"I'm bothering you?" he fired back raising an eyebrow
"No but like I'm not that interesting. You don't get tired of seeing me do a bunch of nothing?"
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Suicide Sisters
Ficción GeneralWhat happens when a suicidal twenty-two year old meets someone who pushes her to be more than her grief. In return she teaches him how to be patient and a better person overall. "Talk to me" "There's nothing to say, I'm fine" Zed stared at her bla...
