“I just hate people!” Princeton yelled as he attempted to wipe the dried paint off of his face.
He’d just been pranked 5 minutes ago in the middle of his 17th birthday party. Prodigy and Ray planned this four weeks before. “Okay… So, I’M going to trip him up and you’re going to be holding the red paint?” Prod asked, looking at Ray for confirmation. “Yep.” Ray replied.
Prod shook his head signaling that he got the idea down pact. For 7 seconds it was a silence between the two. All of a sudden it was broken by Prod once again.
“Okay, so why are we doing this?” he asked with his eyes squinted. Ray looked up and took a deep breath. “Since we did jack for him on his last birthday, I think we should make up for it.”
“That makes no sense. Making up for something by a prank?” Roc scoffed. “Well, can you think of a better gift?” Ray asked in a smart tone.
“I can think of a million things better than THAT gift. But I actually do want to see it happen so…”
“Alrighty, then,” Ray said.
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“Princeton, you don’t mean that.” You said in a soft tone. “They were just trying to play a joke- that’s all.”
Princeton paused then turned to you. He pointed to the red paint stained to his face and bawled up his fist. “What kind of joke is THIS? It’s my 17th birthday and I was just embarrassed by a whole bunch of people and fans!” He lowered his head and put his nose in between his index finger and thumb. You could tell that he was about to start crying. Every time he did, he would always do that.
“Come here, Princeton.”
He had no trouble in taking the hug that you offered to him. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in even more. He started shaking his head then looked up to you. Tears were falling out of his poor, little eyes as he tried not to make an ugly crying face. “(Y/N), last year, they got me NOTHING. And when I say ‘nothing’ I mean that. I just hate being treated like a stepchild!” he ranted. “Well why don’t you ever say anything to them about it?” You asked. Still leaning on your shoulder, he answered “Because, they don’t take me seriously. No one barely takes me seriously. That’s what hurts the most.” he cried.
Suddenly, you paused. It was amazing that this gorgeous teenager found that he wasn’t cared for. It was confusing and you thought he was being a little attention-seeking. But you realized he was telling the truth when he started sobbing once more. “You are loved, Prince.” You sighed. “Very loved.”
The paint smell was floating into your nose causing you to wince a little. This have you a little idea. Since his birthday was so suckish, you could give him a little surprise. A surprise he would never expected.
You lifted him up off of your shoulder and looked into his eyes. They caught you off guard, as you gazed into them. The look of them literally gave you chills up your spine. Every second he stared into yours just lit up the nerves in your woman hood. ”
Have you ever had a birthday cake?” you asked. He scrunched up his eyebrows and wiped his tears. “What? Of course,” he laughed. “No. I don’t mean that.” You said in a serious tone.
“What do you mean then?” It was clear that you could see he wasn’t experienced. All of those dance moves he did on stage just was from imagining things in his head. It was time that you actually showed him how to work those moves he did.
You grabbed his right hand and led him upstairs to his room. You opened the door and stood by it, waiting for him to come in. “Are you escorting me into my own room?” he giggle as he walked pass you. You slammed the door then locked it. “Hell yes.”
He sat on his bed and grinned. “So where is you were you insisted on me having?” he said sarcastically. “You really don’t know what cake is?” You asked in a pitiful voice. He smiled and stood up suddenly. “I’m just kidding.”
He grabbed you by your waist and pinned you up as hard as he could to the door. The feeling of his body against yours was amazing. The door created so much friction in between you too which made him hard. He started touching your leg, sliding his hand up to your thigh and to the outer part of your abdomen. Once he touched the outside of “you”, he looked into your eyes. There was no smiling, no grinning, no laughing, no nothing. It was all seriousness. He glared at you as he pinned you up even harder against the door, kind of making your boobs hurt. “Princeton, I’m hurting just a taaaad bit. May you… Tone it down a little?” You laughed. He leaned in closer to your face. Y’all’s nose was actually touching. “It’s my birthday. I do whatever I want.” You slowly licked your lips as he picked your whole body up. Y’all both fell onto the bed and broke out into passionate kissing. His tongue traced your outer lips and entered itself into your mouth. Every time the kissing started getting really intense, he did that again. It caused you to become sexually frustrated but you liked the tease. When he stopped teasing you, he lifted up your dress.
Ray Ray popped out. Ray: You can’t say I didn’t get you anything.”
