Judah Skye Mizrahi
Orlando Florida
Sunday 11:11 am.
Dec 16th.
"How was the flight??" Knoah asked sipping on his glass of water. He sat at the kitchen island seemingly waiting for Judah to respond. Judah shrugged his shoulders and continued to put the groceries that had been delivered 20 minutes ago since everyone else was either just now arriving, sleeping or settling in.
Judah didn't mind anyway; he was probably doing it wrong anyway. He looked up once he felt a presence near him. He watched as Knoah helped him put away the last couple of bags.
"Preciate it." Judah nodded heading to leave the kitchen. He passed a bunch of other families trying to get themselves settled.
"Juggy." A voice called out, Judah turned around just as he made it to the top of the stairs. Monet stood in the middle of the stairs, her airport outfit still on and Corey asleep in her arms.
Judah raised his eyebrows to show he was listening. "Yall be ready by 5. We gonna go out for dinner." Monet informed him, Judah furrowed his eyebrows but nodded his head.
Why were they going to dinner so early? Judah brushed it off even though the change was bothering him. Judah walked down the hall finally making it to his and Dylan's room.
He closed the door after himself and approached the bed. He lazily laid out purposely putting his body weight on Dylan.
"My nigga move." Dylan dragged out squirming under him. Judah laughed before sitting up against the White headboard.
She sat up mugging him, He only laughed before she bucked at him making him straight face her. She rolled her eyes getting out of the bed, she dug in her ass taking out a snug.
Judah shook his head pretending to not have noticed although he was sure she didn't give a fuck.
Judah's phone repeatedly vibrated more than once making him pull it from his pocket and it immediately unlocked from his face.
He tapped on the first Instagram notification and it took him to a post made by the Shade Room. Videos and pictures of him carrying Dylan through the airport.
Judah tapped on the next blog seeing the same things. Judah didn't care because nobody that he didn't know could tell him how to live his life but it just annoyed him when people came up with weird scenarios.
People were just so weird to him and he rather stay from a far distance. Judah figured that whatever he and Dylan had going on he rather not speak publicly about it, it would only make things worse.
"What are you watching?" Dylan's voice scared him and he slightly jumped turning his phone off. He had blocked the Shade room from Dylan's phone so that she wouldn't be able to see the things they said.
Judah shrugged looking up at her as she eyed him before getting off the bed and going to her suitcase. "You wanna go do something? I don't want to be around kids all day." Dylan questioned sitting on the floor with her suitcase now open.
Judah nodded his head yes. "Monet wants us to go to dinner at 5," Judah informed just remembering.
"That's fine baby." Dylan nodded her head. "Let's wear our Jorts," Dylan suggested holding up her dark wash pair.
"You wanna be like me so bad kid." Judah playfully rolled his eyes going to his Duffel bag and looking through it.
"Does the shirt matter?" Judah asked; if not he was gonna throw a white tee on. Dylan shook her head no setting her clothes on her bed along with her deodorant and lotion.
She then handed Judah a Dove sensitive bar soap. "Thank you." He kissed her forehead letting his lips linger on her forehead a little longer than normal.
