90210 (Travi$ Scott)

2• 17 Year Old Plans

"I have the fooooooood!" I busted into Jacques' room holding the bag of food in the air.

"WOOOO!" He got up and hugged me. "Thanks for getting food, baby girl!"

"No problem." I released from the bear hug. "Let's dig in!"

"You know it!"

   Jacques is probably my best friend ever. I've befriended a lot of people but no one compares to him. He's not a dick like most guys and he cares so much, and he's not afraid to express his feelings in front of me.
   I think it's cute how lovey he gets and emotional but I know when to say "aw." Or "Let's talk about it."

"Let's go downstairs. Ain't tryna get shit on my shit."

"But if your shit is shit and the food is shit...why wouldn't you want more shit around your shit?" I asked.

"Shiddddd...you right." We laughed. "But let's go though."

"Ok!"

We raced down the stairs and he won. His skinny ass always wins our races.

"I remain the champ!" He cheered.

"You remain a chap." I corrected him.

He elbowed me playfully. "Shut the hell up."

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After we finished eating and watching Courage The Cowardly Dog in the living room he turned to me.

"Sky, I gotta ask you a question." He said in all seriousness.

I took a sip of water. "What's up?"

Please ask me out! Please!!! I sound sooooo desperate but Jack please. I love you so much!

"Can you...move in with me?

Oh...

"Move in with you?"

"Yeah! It's a bit lonely living in this house by myself. You're the best company ever and I'll like to keep something positive around me at all times."

"Get a crystal. Positive shit right there."

He chuckled. "Seriously! You're that positive thing and I want to live with you. Share my things with you."

"I don't know..." I scratched my head.

"You don't get tired of living in a small ass apartment? We'll share the bills. Dude, the drive to each other's place is like 20 minutes. That's gas money!!!!"

"I know, Jack. I guess so, nothing wrong with it. Sure, I'll move in with you."

"I mean, if you don't want to then that's fine. I'm not forcing you."

"I know! I want to move in with you."

He smiled and pulled out a notepad and pen. "Let's start planning."

"I have one question for you..." I said.

"What are those?"

"Hehehe no, my question is...how in the hell do you live in your own house at 17 years old? Not apartment...but a house? Teach me your ways master Webster."

"Can't tell you but what I can tell you is that I'm making money."

"Got chu."