My Son Now Has My Heart

Who Tf is Delly?

Zendaya POV
Odell knocked on the door. I opened the door. “What do you want? It’s 3 o’clock inthe morning.”
“I know. I have been thinking about you constantly.”
“OK?”
“I really like you.”
“Nigga we met like a week ago.”
“I know. I lied. I just wanted some sugar.” He said holding up a cup. I squinted my eyes.
“You came over to my house, at 3 o clock in the muhfucking morning for some fucking sugar?” “Yes. Is it really that hard to process?”
“Woosah. Woosah. Woo muhfucking sah. Odell, you couldn’t go to the fucking store. You woke me up.”
“Bitch, I know you’ve been awake because I was on ig and you posted multiple pictures 3 minutes ago.” he said. My mouth opened ajar. “Yeah. You think I’m stupid?”
“Nah.”
“but really, I need sugar.” he said. I sighed and let him into the house. He walked into the kitchen and stopped.
“What?” I asked.
“What you got OCD or some shit?” he asked. I looked around my kitchen.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Well, everything is color coded. You must’ve had so much time on your hands.”
“You have no idea.” mumbled. Odell looked at me.
“What? Tell me.”
“It’s nothing.” I went to where all of my white things were. I pulled out the sugar and took Odell’s cup. Then scooped out his sugar. I looked at him. “What?” I asked handing it to him.
“You have a story to tell. Why won't you tell it?”
“I don’t like telling my story. It’s a lot.”
“I have a story.”
“Yeah. I ain’t ask you.”
“Well, ok. Tell me about you.”
“You got your sugar. Why aren’t you leaving?’ I asked. He stared at me. “Fine. I was raped 6 years ago by an ex boyfriend. I fell in love with my bestfriend. We had sex. He was Andrew’s father.”
“Was?” He asked. I looked away. I felt tears in my eyes.
“He died.”
“Oh. Did you tell me this before?”
“Yes. Yes I did.” I said. I felt a tear drop from my eye.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, my bestfriend died too.”
“Why would that make anyone happy?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I just. I just wanted you not to think about something that bad.”
“They both died.”
“I know.”
“Oh you're so fucking complicated.” I said. He smiled. I smiled.
“Come here.” I looked at him.
“For what?”
“just come here.” he said. I sighed and moved towards him.
“What?”
“I just want you to know that you have somebody to lean on.”
“What?”
“You are lucky that I am here to help you through all of your troubles and I want you to be happy. First things first. When did he die?”
“Who?”
“Andrew’s father.”
“Before Andrew was born.”
“So 5 years ago?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say that from the beginning?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re so fucking complicated.”
“Oh am I.”
“But going back to the point, you need some dick in your life.”
“What?”
“Yeah I said it. You darling need some dick in your life. It’s been a while and I know you’re horny.”
“Why are we talking about this?” I asked laughing.
“I don’t know. But I just want you happy. Ok.”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“First things first, stop being so fucking stubborn. It’s not attractive.”
“What do you know about being attractive?”
“Oh you think that you’re funny?”
“Yeah. Very.” I said laughing.
“What types of men do you like?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you like them funny, tall, dark and handsome. As my mother would put it.”
I laughed. “they have to funny, kind. Smart. I don’t want no dumb boy talking bout some 9 plus 10 equals 21.”
He laughed. “Ok. What is your dream date?”
“I don’t know.”
“Figure it out Zendaya. This is do or die.”
“I’m not about to die.”
“How do you know?”
“I really hate you.”
“That is a rude thing to say to a person who is helping you find love.”
“Oh nigga get over yourself.”
“I can’t. I try but I am just too fine for my own good.” I laughed.
“Please. Ssstop making me laugh. It’s too early.”
“No. It’s too late. Get your time right nigga.” he said. “Let me go before Bri starts blowing up my phone.”
“Who’s Bri?”
“This hoe I’m messing with.”
“Oh alright. See ya later Delly.”
“Huh? Who the fuck is Delly?’
“You.”
“Oh. I didn’t know my mother named me that. See ya later Draya.”
“Not even close nigga. Keep playing. I’mma cut off your dick.”