𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝟎𝟖.

📍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐓, 𝐌𝐈
𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝟷𝟻𝚃𝙷, 𝟾:𝟺𝟺 𝙿𝙼
ꜱʜᴀɴɪQᴜᴀ’ꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ

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“Sweetie, don’t you want me to fly out there?” my granny asked over the phone and I shook my head.

If she came, she’d never wanna leave. It also took a lot of convincing to let me move here.

“I’ma get better in no time, I think it’s just food poisoning.” I forced a smile.

“Unt uh, you not sure of that cause you ain’t gone to the doctor yet.”

“But you know I don’t do well with hospitals.”

“Where’s Shaniqua? I wanna speak to her,” she said causing me to stutter and scratch my head.

But a knock came at the door, saving me from having to lie, and I sighed in relief.

“Let me go check who’s at the door. Call you later, bye,” I told her and hung up.

I sat up and put on my fluffy plush slippers before walking over to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s me.” I heard Von’s voice causing me to pause. What’s he doing here?

“I, uh, w-wait a minute, I’m coming,” I shouted before rushing to my bedroom.

I quickly sprayed perfume on myself, brushed my wig, and put on lip gloss.

I checked my ass in the mirror, and it looked good in my pyjama shorts. I smiled to myself.

I walked back to open the door and was met with him, looking mighty foine as always.

It’s kinda setting in now how much I missed him and how unfair I was.

I pouted and pulled him into a hug.

He hugged me back and we stood like that for a while before going to sit on the couch.

“Skilla Babyyy.” I cheesed, nudging him.

“It’s Von for you princess.”

“Why don’t I get to call you Skilla?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Cause you special to me, and it don’t feel right when you call me by my stage name.”

“Ohh-” I flushed.

“For someone who’s sick, you a lot jumpy.” He chuckled, putting his arm around my neck.

“Seeing you cured me.” I shrugged, laying on his chest and he put my fleece back on top of me.

“I’m not gon stay long though, I was just popping up to check on you.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Need I remind you, you deadass told me to stay away from you.”

“Yet here we are, so please don’t listen to me.” My eyes filled with tears as I recalled how he already moved on.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch and my unnecessary attitude towards you,” I added.

“Princess, why you crying?” he questioned.

“Cause I don’t want you to leave me.”

He sighed, wiping my tears, and kissed my forehead. “I won’t.”

“Not even for the girl you had over at the studio yesterday?”

“Wait, how you...” He paused, narrowing his eyes at me, and I sat up to look into his eyes.

“You like that girl?” I mugged him.

He shook his head and cupped my cheek while smiling softly at me.

“But I like you.”

I blushed at this and laid my head back on his chest. I liked being cuddled up with him.

He laid on his back, making me straddle him, and he caressed my head making me sleepy.

“You complicated, you know that?” he mumbled under his breath.

“I know.”