"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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"BOOM BOW PUSSY bitch don't try ta run now, fuck nigga ain't have his head on. Imma make sure dat—Legacy shut the fuck up!" Kataleya shouted cutting him completely off.
He looked down over to the side at the girl who was sitting on the toilet holding the item underneath her. He was distracting her and she could barely pee.
"My bad, I was just trynna sing to take yo mind off it and shit. Won't do it again." He widened his eyes sarcastically, and her lips twitched in disgust.
"I'll fuck you up." She threatened him, pulling it from under her and putting the lid back on. She sat it on the counter next to him who was sitting on top of it, and flushed the toilet, going to the sink.
Turning the water on, she looked at Legacy. "How long it take?" He questioned trying not to show how eager he was, because obviously they didn't have the same feelings about it. She pumped soap into her hands so that she could wash them while he slowly kicked his feet back and forth.
"You gon' leave me if I got you pregnant?" He questioned, staring at the side of her face as she used her scrubber next to the sink to get well underneath her nails.
"Didn't you just get mad at me for asking stupid ass questions earlier. Shut that shit up." She mugged him, continuing to wash her hands.
"Can you make a song about me?" He yet again asked a stupid question, but this time it made her smile. "If I made it song about you it would be like, I'm going down, down, downnnn. Do it to yo legs shakin—" he stopped when she smacked him.
"Stop singing Rkelly weirdo." She rolled her eyes at him, turning the water off. After drying her hands she walked between his legs allowing him to grab her.
He twisted his lips to the side, "But I really like that song." He muttered and she giggled.
"Okay, I like that song too, not gonna lie. We should fuck to it one day." She joked watching his face light up at the thought. "Anyway, you want me to make a song about you? Imma be like Latto. I'll spend dat five hunnid fa I eva trap you." She rapped and he only stared at her.
"I'a jack you up innis bitch." He threatened and she cackled, her head falling back in the process. He blew out a breath. "How long do it take?" He looked at the test and the results still hadn't shown up.
"Ion know, the thing said bout three minutes I think." She sighed, leaning her head forward to lay on his chest which he happily accepted. "If its positive what we gonna do ?" Her nerves started to kick in, which was very rare.
He tucked his lips in. "Well, we gotta move out that's fasho." His words made her quickly lift her head. "I really feel slighted by what you said earlier not gon lie, I feel like you underestimate how much I really have to my name..." He trailed off.
She deflated. "Legacy I didn't mean it like that," She recalled herself snapping on him about the position they were in when she knew it was by choice, not because they couldn't afford to live on their own and provide for themself. It sucked to him to know she saw it as that way.
