A/n: 🤭
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Y/n's POV
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The door was already unlocked.
Of course it was.
I pushed it open with my shoulder, hoodie half on, half hangin' off me, the smell of weed probably hittin' the house before I even stepped all the way in.
"Ma!" I called out, kickin' the door shut behind me.
No answer, just the TV talkin'.
I walked straight past the living room towards the kitchen, not even botherin' to check in yet. Opened the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, twisted the cap off and took a long pull.
Shit was cold ass hell, and I needed that.
When I finally glanced over, Ma was on the couch, back turned to me, wrapped up in her little blanket like always, watchin' one of her shows like it was the most interestin' shit in the world.
Some dramatic ass music was playin' low, so I'd assume somebody probably just got cheated on or found out about a secret child or some other wild shit.
I grinned a little, then walked up behind her quiet, takin' another sip like I wasn't about to bother the hell out of her.
My arm slipped around her neck.
"Gimme everything you got." I mumbled low, playfully puttin' her in a loose chokehold.
She ain't even flinch. Just huffed.
"Y/n." She said, already annoyed. "If you don't get off me."
I laughed, lettin' her go before droppin' down onto the couch next to her.
"Damn, you ain't even fight back."
"Because, I know it's you." She muttered, finally turnin' her head to look at me. Her eyes dragged over me for exactly two seconds before her nose wrinkled.
"There you go."
I grinned.
"What?"
"If you don't take that smelly ass hoodie off right now."
"Ma." I groaned, leanin' back into the couch, legs spread out, head fallin' back. "It don't even smell that bad."
"It smells horrible, Y/n." She shot back.
I laughed low, reachin' up to scratch my chin.
"Aight, damn."
Still, I ain't move right away.
She turned her whole body to look at me now.
"Y/n."
"Yes?"
"Take it off."
I sucked my teeth but slid the hoodie off anyway, tossin' it across the arm of the couch.
"Happy?"
She gave me a look.
"I will be when I stop smellin' it." She shook her head, turnin' back to her show. "I don't know why you insist on bringin' that smell in my house, anyways."
"Fuck you mean, this my house too."
The look she gave me said stop playin' with her. "No it's not, you don't pay a damn bill here."
I shook my head, grinnin', reachin' for the remote just to mess with her.
"Yeah, aight."
She smacked my hand without even lookin'.
