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𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢 ❁
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"okay guys we are gonna taste test the cookies." i say propping up the heated baking pan with the heat resistant gloves to the phone. the fresh steam rising into the air and the scent of the snickerdoodles made the house smell sweet.
pooda stood next to me with a blank stare to the camera. "why are u having a staring contest with the camera, get the plates." i asked, laughing at the same time.
"i like my face on camera," he said before walking over to the cabinets with the plates and grabbing two.
'i like your face too', i thought to myself. pooda walked back over and set them on the island.
"thank you vi." he chuckled a little. oh, i said that out loud. embarrassment crawled to my cheeks and i turned away.
definitely making sure i cut that out...
once he got the plates he set them on the table.
"alright yall we finna try them out. it's gonna buss cuz i made them." i smiled making sure to nod heavily and grabbing a cookie.
"i made it." pooda said interrupting my 5 seconds of fame, making me whip my head towards him and fake beating him with the cookie.
"ow that hurt," he fake winced, backing away from me. i scoffed moving back towards the camera.
alrighty let's try this again. "get ur ass over here so we can finish." i rolled my eyes before continuing, "i'll cut that out too."
he laughed before coming back and grabbing the freshly baked item. his fat ass was ready to eat the whole thing before i stopped him.
"damn nigga what happened to the count of 3?"
he squinted his eyes at me and gave me the finger. i pushed his head.
"alright on 3."
"1"
"2", he stuffed it in his mouth.
"3- pooda, ur not fr."
of course he gon eat it when i say 2. but we both ate the cookies and they was really good. we really threw down in the kitchen. call me chef ramsey.
oh wait he don't bake. well maybe he do i don't know. what's that one cake guy. call me cake boss baddie.
chile anyways.
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after we finished wrapping up, we was in my room. pooda was laying down in my bed and i was at my desk finishing some math hw.
i had my beats on and played some music to help the time go by a little faster. lauryn hill - ex factor was playing.
once i started listening to music and doing work i was real locked in.
pooda was on his phone bored. he didn't wanna bother vi but he was also kinda hungry. them cookies was good but it wasn't fill his tummy good.
he was lowkey craving tacos and there was a spot by both they houses with some good ass birria tacos.
he was thinking of going and letting her finish her work. but he wanted to get her attention.
"vi."
"vi."
no response. she continued letting her apple pencil glide on her ipad and slightly jammed to whatever song she had on.
he knew calling her again wasn't gon work so he got up. he kinda wanted to scare her. he smirked before looking around for something he could use.
he picked up a small piece of hair, ready for his prank. he walked behind her and tapped her. her focus shifted and she moved her headphones before looking at him.
"u oka-."
"AHHH WHAT THE FUCK" she jumped up almost falling out the chair. he had wiggled the hair strand in her other ear and she was very ticklish.
pooda belted out in laughter. he ain't stop laughing, leading him to cry tears and vi just stared at him mad asl.
"im finna beat ur ass." vi said wanting to really knock sense into him. she hated when ppl tickled her.
after abt 5 mins of laughing and him somehow ending up on the floor sprawled out staring at the ceiling, his stomach growled.
"im hungry vi, im finna go to javier's." he said still on the floor but looking towards her.
she looked back before kicking him in the leg.
he winced fr this time, the pain kicking in making him clutch his leg.
"stay hungry ho. who told u to tickle me. i'll tell you mama to make you starve tomorrow."
"my mama can't do shit and do you want food or not, monkey."
my mood immediately changed at the idea of food. food oh how i loved food.
i smiled deeply. "yes lemme get 4 birria tacos with a sweet tea arizona and a piece of tres leche cake."
"ur so big." he said, shaking his head.
'that's what i should be saying', i thought. uht uht. someone cleanse my mind.
