Opposites Attract

3.

Lexi...

"Every freak should have a picture of my dick-"

"On they waaall!" I sang, finishing Taya's line to Rich Boy's Throw Some D's- our favorite song, no matter how old it was. We always managed to get turnt off of the song.

We were in the kitchen finishing up the last of the dishes.

My phone was vibrating on the counter. "Taya could you hand me that?" I asked.

She quickly grabbed it and I answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello, Lexington speaking." I answered in a formal voice.

All I heard was Fetty cracking up on the other end. "Come down the hall and chill wit' a nigga."

"You're high." I laughed and heard other people laughing in the background.

"Hell yeah. I'm fucked up." He chuckled.

"I find this adorable."

"I find you adorable. Why I say that shit?" He lowly cursed himself but chuckled shortly after. "Come ovaaaa'." He whined.

I just laughed before hanging up. "I'll be back later." I told Taya while I dried the last plate.

"Going to see your man?" She smirked. "Go get him, tiger."

I shook my head at her. "Taya, it's not like tha-"

"You wish it was."

"....I'm not even goin' to lie. I can't wait until he's all mine." I smiled to myself and grabbed my keys to the apartment. "Don't wait up."

I glanced at my phone's lock screen.

10:49 PM

I walked down the hall and knocked on Fetty's apartment door.

One of his friends I'd met before, Monty, opened the door and flashed a goofy smile. "Nigga it's yo' girl!" He yelled over his shoulder.

"Where is he?" I laughed.

"That nigga went in his room. He fucked up. Probably sleepin'."

I lightly chuckled. "I know. His dumb ass just called me. He was laughing and whatnot. " Then I pushed past him and made my way down the hallway to where his room was. I slowly opened the door.

He had fallen asleep on the bed with an unlit blunt in his hand.

I slowly took it and sat it on his nightstand. Then, I slowly laid on top of him, throwing my leg over his and snuggling my head into the crook of his neck.

We lay like this on our lazy days.

Just as I began to fall asleep, Fetty was waking up.

"Lexi?" He sat up a little, blinking his eyes.

I sat up and looked at him. I jumped back. "Fetty what the fuck?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes to make sure what I was seeing was for real.

He chuckled. "My eye?"

"Yes, where is it?" I squeaked.

He laid back down. "I wear a prosthesis. But honestly, I been thinkin' bout not wearing that damn thing anymore. I wanna be different." He quickly smiled and looked up at the ceiling.

"...When did you lose it?" I questioned while still sitting up and looking down at him.

"I had glaucoma when I was born but lost the eye when I was 6 months. And I got reconstructive surgery at 12, but they couldn't save the left eye." He shrugged.

I laid back down. "Since you told me that- which seems personal- I think I've earned to know your name. Your actual name. I've told you most of my personal business."

"Willie Maxwell."

I snickered. "And you made fun of my name? Sounds like a grandpa name!" I was really cracking up, so much that my stomach began to cramp up.

He pushed my head and sat up against the headboard. "I was named after my grandpa, stupid."

"I'm sorry." I lowly replied. "Is he still alive?"

He shook his head no and searched the bed for his phone.

"I'm sorry." I repeated and helped him look.

He ended up finding it underneath his pillow.

"Is it okay if I call you Will? I'm not a big fan of Fetty now that I know your actually name." I brought up. "You call me Lexi." I added.

He shrugged. "I don't care. Do whatever."