Giselle's pov.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then walked downstairs. I really like this new house. It makes me feel mature. I'm on my own now, my mom's house is like a 30 minute drive from my new house, though. Daniel has been staying over, for about a week now. Almost, all of his clothes are here, so he might as well just move in.
I walked into the kitchen and saw that Daniel was cooking breakfast. I smiled to myself and snuck up behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
and kissed him on the cheek.
" Goodmorning, Handsome..." I said as I let go of him and leaned against the counter.
" Goodmorning, Beautiful." He said, before he turned around. " What the hell wrong with your hair?" He asked, laughing.
" I didn't comb it, you never seen a nappy head, before?" I laughed.
" Yeah, you still look sexy, though." He said, as he walked over and grabbed my ass.
" Yeah... I know." I said, with cockiness. He laughed and shook his head. "You still got to go to the studio?" I asked, hoping he would say no...
" Yep." He said popping the 'p'.
" Awww mannn...." I said, like a little 6 year old. I hate when he has to go to the studio. especially on the weekends. I just want to spend time with him, and do stuff, but he's always gone. But I understand his career is important and so is the money.
"Yeah, I know right." He said, turning the stove off.
" Well you better go, before you be late, bae..." I said, He nodded his head, and grabbed his jacket.
" You better eat that good cooking." He said, as he grabbed a piece of bacon. " See you when I get home, baby." He said, before kissing me on the cheek.
" I love you," he said, before leaving out the door.
" I love you too!" I said.
I ate the breakfast he cooked and took a shower.
2 hours later....
I drove to my mom's house, just to get out the house. I was bored, and didn't have nothing to do, at all ...
I put my key in and unlocked the door.
"Ma?? Where ya at?" I yelled .
I walked into the kitchen, because that's where I heard talking I saw my mom and a unfamiliar man. He was a handsome man, I could tell he was sorta buff and I could tell he was my mom's age. He had on a button-up red Polo shirt. and some khaki's, he also had on some dope Jordan's.
My mom got out her seat and walked over towards me and the man stood up.
" Giselle, baby.... this is Michael." She started, "And Michael this is Giselle - my daughter." She finished, he held out his hand for me to shake it so I did.
" Nice to meet you, Giselle, I heard a lot about you." He said and smiled, he had some pretty white sparkly teeth. And he also talked like he was educated and had a certain accent.
"Hopefully, good things." I said, smiling.
"Of course." Michael said.
" Michael is my boyfriend." My mom said, smiling. Obhhhhhhhh, okay. Wow, that's shocking. I can't even remember the last time my mom has said something about her even having a boyfriend.
" Oh, okay. When did this happen?" I asked,
" Today, actually. But we've been dating for a while now." Michael said.
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Cliffy!
Yeah, I just got tired of writing, and I really wanted to update. so, hear ya go.
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