(yall still kissing until you get a call)
Y/N: uuggghhh!
Roc: (laughs)
Y/N: (picks up the phone and its king)
King: you gotta come home now..
Y/N: why?
King:im going out and one of us gotta home
Y/N: and..... stay home
King: no cuz then i'll tell her what you doing
Y/N: then i'll tell her what you doing DUHH......
King: just STFU and come back you can bring your friends or something but like i really need to go out!
Y/N: why??!!
King: okay fine dad is back
Y/N:(hangs up the phone)
*****
Roc: are you okay
Y/N: yeah can you drop me off?(looking shocked)
Roc: yeah
Y/N: hold on , i got to get my bags from nadia
Roc: alright i'll wait for you her
Y/N: kay (walks go to look for nadia and stops in front of the room shes in and hears moans....opens the door)
Nadia: (looks up and taps prod)
Y/N: umm.....you know what im not even gonna ask whos under there but im pretty sure its ray so...
Nadia: plz dont sayin nothin
Y/N: i wont but can i get my bags?
Nadia: there over there(she points)
Y/N:(grabs bag) kkay ttthen........(walks out the room and closes the door behind you)
Roc: you got your bags?
Y/N: yeah...lets go then(ya'll walk to his car)
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Roc: you like it?(his car is a bmw 2013 i8)
Y/N: damnnn.........boooyyyyyyyy thats your car?
Roc: yeah
Y/N: gotdamn( roc opens the door and you get in)
Roc:( starts driving and turns up da radio and power trip comes on by j.cole ft miguel)
Y/N: Dis my shit mannn ( stars singing/rapping along)Okay, back when I was sleepin’ in my mama’s crib Even back then when I was up there in Mohammed crib Payin’ seventeen-hundred for the rent, money well spent No heater, but a nigga made heat, may I vent Had a thing for you, even wrote the song dreams for you Cause I had dreams for you, thoughts of a ring for you Childish shit, you know childish shit............(song ends)
Roc: mm i didnt know you knew how to rap
Y/N:(laughs)... theirs alot of things you dont know about me(in flirty voice)
Roc: oh well then i guess i gotta find out then(flirting back)
