Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Odell,

I woke up with a big ass headache. I was surprised to be in Camille's room. She wasn't in here though.
I was also energized. The events that happened yesterday replayed.

I can't believe that nigga left me at the club, when he was the one who invited me. I really hope I didn't drunk text or call anyone.

"Camille?" I called out going into the living room.

"Yeah?" She said. She was siting on the couch on her iPad, eating something.

"What time you pick me up?"

"3." She said sounding upset.

"What time is it now?"

"4."

"Why you didn't wake me up? I missed practice." Shit.

"You did that on your own. I left at 8 anyways." I sucked my teeth.

"You want me to take you home?" She asked.

"Yeah." She got up and went to her room. I went to where she was sitting and took her food.

"Really Odell?" She said with her hands crossed. I just sat there eating while staring at her.

"Give me my food back." She said reaching out, but I guarded it with my arm.

"Your food is my food that's the best friend rule you made remember?" I said standing up. I was eating her Wing Stop.

"But I didn't even get any." She whined.

"Here. Now take me and my food home."

"1 wing? You really tripping."

"Nah you the one who tripping. You only buy yourself something to eat and not me."

"I did buy you something to eat, but that's mines now." She said going into the fridge. She pulled out Panda Express. The fake Chinese food shit, but I don't care it's good as fuck.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Walnut Shrimp, Fried Rice, and Orange Chicken."

"You can have this." I said walking and handing her the two wings that was left.

"Nope it's too late." She said opening the box.

I snatched the food and her car keys from her.

"There's only two in here."

"You better eat it slowly then, so it can last longer."

"Fuck you." She mummbled.

"What?"

"Let's go." She said instead.

I don't play when it come to food. I'm supposed to eat 3400 calories a day for this football season. Besides, food is bae number two after Camille. She don't know she bae though.

(A/N: I hate the word bae.)

I got in her car and put my food in the back where she couldn't reach with her small arms. I was driving and she was taking her million selfies. I don't even understand how she got space on her phone.

"Where you aux cord at?"

"In my purse."

"Let me see it."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because all you listen too is Future."

"Alright so when you want to use my aux to listen to Beyoncé don't ask me then."

"Beyoncé actually says words when she sings. You can't even understand the words he says."

"I can."

Right when I finished what I was saying Real Sisters came on. Thank god she got Sirius so they don't censor the words.

"I hate this song." She said always complaining.

"It hate you too."

"What is he saying?"

"He saying he fuck twin sisters."

"He gone catch something one day and when his dick fall off I'm going to be the first one laughing."

"You wouldn't fuck twin sisters if you were a boy?" I asked. Shit I would.

"No. That's having sex with your own sister."

"You don't have to kiss her."

"That's still nasty ass fuck, and what happens if both of them get pregnant."

"Then he paying double the child support."

"Boys are really dogs."

"And girls are bitches."

"Whatever." She said rolling her eyes for the 800th time today.

"I hope you roll your eyes out, with all of that."

"That's not even possible."

"Well if it was you woulda been blind a long time ago."

"I'm done talking to you." She said with attitude.

"Alright then." I said.
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The exact word count for the story is 666! I'm scared now.
But anyways......

Odell?

Camille?

Ahmad?

Odell's Mom?