Starr's POV
I woke up the next morning with Laila in my bed, knocked out. And, with her phone in her hand. I pushed her off my bed.
"Get the fuck up, with yo fat ass! You was 'pose to sleep in your room!" I yelled, burning with rage. "You should be glad I love you, and I didn't stomp on your ass." I said, laughing and smiling.
"You stupid, bipolar bitch! I love you too, damnit!" Laila said, laughing.
I love her cause she puts up with my disorder.
After I kicked Laila out, I went to the shower and relaxed.
I'm so glad that I have this place to myself. No need to hear those crying twins, nagging brothers, or my crazy parents. Even tho I love them with all my heart.
I cut off the shower and brushed my teeth. I wrapped a towel around my body, and looked for some chilling clothes. I was gonna chill at my house with my bestfriend until it was time for us to leave.
I freshened up with my favorite; Pink Chiffon. I put on some skinny red Levi's, a black Regular Show teeshirt with Mordecai and Rigby, and some black slippers. I grabbed my phone and went downstairs.
I cut on the TV to Cartoon Network. I'm grown and all, but my eyes stay GLUED to this channel.
I looked at my phone to see I had a "Goodmorning" text from my baby ... I mean CJ.
Him: Goodmorning, Shawty ♥
Me: Goodmorning :)
Him: I can't wait to see you tonight.
My heart fluttered.
Me: I can't wait to see you either.
Him: What you doing now?
Me: Watching TV, bored as fuck.
Him: Can I come over?
Me: Nigga, tonight suppose to be a surprise.
Him: Ahaa, oh yeah .. that right.
"STARR!" I heard Laila call.
"WHAT BITCH?!" I answered.
"COME HERE!" She replied.
I sighed and walked all the way back up the stairs to see what she wanted.
"Can you do my hair?" She asked, as I waked into the room. She was wearing a pair of camo shorts, a red tank top with a Levi vest over it, some red chucks, and was texting away on her phone.
"Where you finna go?" I asked, while doing her hair.
"To the mall, bitch. I want some Chinese." Laila said.
"And, yo fat ass wasn't gone tell me?" I said, putting a red bow in her hair and spraying hair sheen on it.
"Bitch, get dressed." She said, giving me a hug after she saw her hair.
I went back into my room and put on a different outfit. I put on an Olympic 7s T-Shirt, some rolled up blue skinnies, and my Olympic 7s.
My stomach started to growl. Shit, I want some Chinese too.
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Power Trippin' (Editing)
Teen FictionWould you believe me if I said I’m in love? Baby, I want you to want me Would you believe me if I said I’m in love? Baby.. I want ya ♥