chapter 22

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Naomi's POV

"donald." i say, whispering close to his ear, trying to wake him up. he fell asleep on me and so did namiko.

after we got done messing around in the bathroom, we just all watched Netflix and bonded and these two just went to sleep.

"donaaaaald." i whisper again, planting a kiss on his neck before he moves over to the other side of the couch, clutching a pillow.

donald was beautiful when he was sleeping, but he'd be even more beautiful if he would wake up and give me a kiss right now.

"i just want a kiss." i say, whining like a little kid.

he groans, with his eyes still closed. "c'mere. he says, as he grabs my face with his hands. i chuckle, leaning down close to his lips and finally receiving a sweet kiss.

"are you happy now?" i hear him say, as a smile forms across his lips.

"actually no." i say, shaking my head.

"why not?"  he says, as i feel him reaching for my hand and holding it.

"remember when you showed me your studio?"

he nods his head yes.

"i want to hear one of your songs."

"really?"

"yes." i say, leaning down and kissing his cheek. he starts to open his eyes, as i run my fingers over his eyebrows.

"they're not that good." he says, giving me a small smile.

"stop, everything about you is perfect." i say.

"alright." he yawns, as he stretches his hands and lazily stands up.

"c'mon babygirl." he says to me, grabbing my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine.

i lean over to kiss namiko on the cheek before we leave.

i stand up, as donald leads me to the recording studio in the back room. we passed by marcus and chance's rooms, where they were playing 2K.

as soon as we get there, donald grabs a bottle of water and chugs the rest that's in there.

"when we're in here, you can call me childish gambino." he says, smirking and pressing some buttons on his computer before heading to the mic in the room in front of me. he dimmed the lights a bit, but i could still him.

"press the enter key, babe." he says, as he adjusts his mic in his room.

i lean over to the computer, pressing it and hearing the music come on.

Uh-oh

Ohhh no no no no

She said, she said,

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more, oh

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more

Yeah, no no no

Face down in the brown grass

Shame shame on my brown ass

Birds in the trees as we run through

And if I'm dead to the world, what you gon' do?

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