IDGAF

Part 72

Hey thots, hope you enjoy this part.

Zero POV

Los Angeles, California
September 5th
Tuesday, 8:32 P.M.

"Dayvon I am not going all the way to the grocery store and going to your house to cook." I said as Dayvon was standing over me laying out on the couch.

"You just said you was gone come to my house n you don't want fast food." He said.

"Broooo. We're gonna eat mad late." I groaned.

"I'll carry you." He said kneeling down in front of the couch and kissing my face and I rolled my eyes.

"If my feet get all swollen before I even start cooking. I'm not cooking. Dead ass." I said pushing the covers off of me and getting up.

I went to my closet and packed a bag. But I packed multiple bags. I already know Dayvon is not going to let me leave if I stay one night. So I'm just planning ahead.

"Come get my bags Dayvon." I said putting my face stuff in a bag.

"Oh my Godddd." Dayvon said and I laughed.

I finished packing and we left and we went to the grocery store first. And on the way there I went on my notes and made a list of things.

"That's a long ass list fa some chicken n fries." Dayvon said as I pulled out a cart.

"So I'm about to stock up your fridge with food since you want me over there so bad. I have not eaten fast food in about a month now." I said wiping the handle of the cart with a wet wipe.

"And since when can yo ass cook. Cause you be burnin eggs." He said and I hit his arm. He moved me out of the way to push the cart and we went to the fruits and vegetables aisle first.

King Von POV

We walkin in the aisles and I just love spending time wit ha. We walkin through the aisles n im just shadowing ha the whole time watchin everything she picked up n put in the cart.

When I asked ha questions she knew the answer to everything.

It's so cute watchin ha walk around the aisle wit ha little bump. It's not that big but it's so cute on ha as she readin the boxes and throwin stuff inna cart.

The cart was completely full by the time she was done and we went to self checkout. She scanned everything and I put everything in the bags. I put the bags inna cart and swiped my card and we left out.

"Can I help put the—"

"No. Go sit down." I said opening the trunk and her expression fell.

"But—"

"Wasn't you jus sayin how you wasnt cookin if ya dirty lil toes was swole." I said and she rolled her eyes and went over to the door.

When I was done I put the cart back n got inna car. And drove back to my house. I got all the bags in one trip cause I ain't that enthusiastic to go back n forth. I put all the bags on the table and she put them away. And started opening things to start cooking.

"No. It's not playing properly here. Imma go get the laptop." I said quickly runnin out the room.

I started talkin to Zero about my music, and she started givin me ha honest feedback n shit. And once she get me started on that I never stop. I got my laptop n came back while she was turning the chicken.

I played ha some beats and bounced ideas off her. N it made me sit down and start writin so I wouldn't lose no ideas.

As I was writin she put a plate and a glass cup in front of me. Poured lemonade in the cup and put chicken on the plate then the fries. She seasoned it in front of me and damn. Now she ca cook???? I need to lock ha inna room n keep ha to myself.