ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ 😊
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 | 𝟙𝟙:𝟚𝟙 𝔸𝕄
𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖
"Now errybody got a boyfriend but me," Zareya rolls her eyes as we talk in my bedroom. Asia and I are sitting on my bed, Londyn's in my desk chair, and Zareya is sitting on the floor.
"Damn lie, you know I don't have a boyfriend," Asia shakes her head.
Zareya groans in frustration. "It's just like, Londyn got a nigga and now Paris got a nigga, where's my nigga at?"
"He out there somewhere," I giggle. She throws a pillow in my face.
I will admit, having a boyfriend is weird. Sure, Macari was my boyfriend, but it's been a while since I've had a boyfriend who actually acts like he's dating me. I get these cute-ass good morning texts from him (not when I wake up, but when he does), we FaceTime a lot more now, and he will find any possible excuse he can come up with to come over.
My parents aren't really pleased.
When I told Momma that Demauree and I are dating now, she said "that's great, baby," but I didn't hear the excitement in her voice and I've known my mother long enough to know a fake smile on her face when I see it.
Daddy didn't exactly do that much to hide his disappointment. When I told him, he nodded, sighed, and shook his head as he walked into his bedroom.
I sort of expected this, but I didn't know it was going to be this bad.
I try not to let my parents' reaction bother me too much though. I'm a legal adult, I'm technically grown. In a week, I won't even live in this house. I'm old enough to make my own choices.
Still, it hurts that they're acting the way they are.
My friends are helping me pack as I prepare to move into the dorms at VSU next week. The timing is hilarious, as soon as I get a boyfriend, I have to go live away. But what Demauree said is true, the university is only a few minutes away from where we all live. It won't be a problem.
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟡:𝟚𝟛 ℙ𝕄
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
I grab Paris's hips as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, planting kisses on her skin from her jaw to her collarbone.
Paris giggles and tries to push me off. "Boy, you know I gotta go home."
"Ain't yo curfew at 12?" I mumble against her skin as I start kissing the part of her chest that's above her breasts but under her neck.
"Yeah, but my parents ain't gon' want me here all late in the night," she giggles again.
"It's not like we fuckin'," I trail my kisses back up to her lips. I rub my hand over the curve of her ass as I finally pull away from her and just look at her.
"Yeah, but they don't know that," she smirks and kisses my forehead. God, I love her kisses so much.
"Jus' stay here with me," I hum as I rub her lower back.
"My daddy-"
"Wasn't you jus tellin' me how grown and shit you was yesterday?" I chuckle and peck her lips. "If you gotta go, I guess that's aight, though."
It's not, but I don't want to seem clingy.
"I'll stay for a little bit." Paris wraps her arms around my waist and kisses my lips again, making me smile against her lips as I rub her stomach gently.
