*-The Next Day-*
I woke up early AGAIN. I'm always up first. I took a shower and went up to Rakim's room.
"Baby. Wake up."
I kept shaking his shoulder until I saw the gleam in his eyes. I leaned down and kissed him.
"You're up?"
"Sleep with me until I get up."
"Are you serious?"
He turned over and I took it as a yes.
I climbed next to him.
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I woke up to Rakim getting dressed and rapping songs. He LOVES music and thinks that he's bomb at rapping and singing...but he's not.
"I. Tongue kiss her other tongue. Skee-Skee-Skee. Water gun. Oh My Go--"
"Shut up."
"My baby mad?"
"Yes. Shut the fuck up."
"Come on. I'm ready."
"Where we going?"
"Hold on. We have to ask a couple of questions."
A chubby, old man came in with a police officer uniform came in. Beside him was a young man dressed casually. "I'm Frank Bulton and next to me is detective Ross Hitler."
I looked over to Rakim who showed no emotion, but was obviously confused.
"Why are you here? You came to the wrong room."
R. Hitler: I assume that you're Rakim Phillips and this lady is Cherelle Luckette.
"What are you investigating for? What happened?"
F. Bulton: We are aware that you were involved in a multiple car accident.
"Yeah, but--"
R. Hitler: We are interrogating for claims and possibly lawsuits. You have to go downtown with us.
"You came at the wrong time. My boyfriend and I--"
"We have confidential news and I think it would be better if you came with us."
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أدب المراهقينI'm Cherelle but everyone calls me Elle. I'm in the pursuit of being 21 and living a fully legal life. Time for Love, Laughs, and Life Lessons.
