Lucas Coly Imagines

Jayrianna imagine

"Wassup, nigga!" I heard Lucas talking to someone downstairs.
"Lucas, who's that?" I asked from upstairs.
"Will!" I heard the other person say. I rushed down the steps to see if he had Lana (imaginary daughter) with him.
"Where's Lana?"
"Oh, she's with her mama right now." He said sitting on the couch. I sat beside him as Lucas went to the kitchen.
"I guess I can just hang out with you then." I said playfully giving him a stank face.
"Girl, shut up! Ooh! Wanna play call of duty?" He asked excited.
"Yeah. I mean, I would hate to see you get beat by the best."
"Oh, ok. Loser has to give the other one a piggy back ride."
"Weird, but deal." I shook his hand, putting the CD in, grabbing a controller.
~next day~
I got a text, immediately reading it.
'Hey, big head.😁'
'Who's this?😕'
'Will dumbass😩'
'Fuck you!' I forgot me and Will exchange numbers when I won call of duty.
'So wyd?'
'Texting you😩 wyd?'
'Texting you😩' I was laughing at how childish we were acting over texts.
'Did you take a bath yet?'
'Yeah. Y u asking?'
'Cuz I can smell ya 🐱 threw the phone😣'
'Nigga fuck you! I think ya still smelling ya top lip from Tiffany😵'
I was laughing and Lucas was looking at me stupid.
"What you laughing at?"
"Will."
"What you mean?"
"Me and him are texting right now." I continued texting Will until I fell asleep.
~next day~
Lucas's POV:
We were in the studio and Will was just smirking and laughing in the corner.
"Nigga what you foo fooing in the corner over there about?"
"Jayrianna." He said simply. Them two been texting awfully a lot.
~home~
"Jayrianna?" I asked calling out loud.
No answer. I walked up the stairs, seeing she was on her laptop with someone.
"I was calling you. Who is that?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm talking to Will." I knew it. I walked up to her looking at the screen.
"Will, she'll call you back. Probably." I said after I shut the screen.
"What was that for?"
"You're always talking to Will. Why can will make you laugh and I cant?"
"Why are you so jealous? Its not like we're flirting or anything out of bounds."
"It doesn't matter. You're mines. Got it?"
"Yeah. I guess. But I don't get why you're so jealous."
"I'm not jealous." She looked at me with no emotions.
"Ok. I might be. But you're mines. And that's that. I just hate to see other niggas making you laugh."
"Don't worry. You might not make me laugh, but you can make me scream." She winked.
"Oh, really?" I smirked, jumping on the bed.