Hazel Tamar

Four.

Layla's POV:

"Sooo, basically," I thought for a minute, "you have feelings for him, but he told you the kiss wasn't supposed to happen?" 

"Yeah, that's exactly what just happened." she replied, sighing and throwing her head back onto the bed. I watched her for a minute just observing her. Even after having a two year old, Hazel still had a nice tooth-picky shape. She had nice hips, a little booty and small sized boobs, and she had all the beauty. Hazel green eyes, golden/brown/burgandy nigga hair, and her lips were the perfect fit. I'm not gay, just very observant. 

"We need to get your mind off of this. I can't have you moping around for the rest of the night." I said, tossing that pillow that was just on my lap onto her face and sliding off the bed. "Well, get up." I said, after thirty seconds of allowing her to suffocate herself under the pillow. 

I heard a muffled "No." which came out more like "Nwoa."

I huffed and pulled her a little by her feet. 

"Okay okay damn, I'm coming." She looked a mess, with her hair all over the place. "What now?" she asked and shrugged. 

I knew I had a devious smirk and I pulled her into the bathroom. 

***

"Okay," she giggled. "When you lost it, did it hurt really bad? Or just medium?" 

"Uhh," I thought about it. "All I remember is I cried, then I screamed, then it was magic after that. " I hiccuped. 

"Whaat. Eveer." She groaned. "What the hell are we even drinking LayLA!?" she screamed and put more emphasis on the 'la' in my name. "LAAAAAY." 

"No. Sleepy time. Go sleepy." I rested my head down on the side of the tub and dozed off for a bit. 

"Layla." I heard someone call. 

"Layla." I heard again.

"Hmm?" I answered.

"Get up." 

"Mhmm." I hummed.

"Lay."

Ignore.

"Oh my god, LAYLA!" 

Ignore.

"Laaaaaaylaaaa." 

Ignore. Maybe she'll stop. 

"Lay. Layla."

try to Ignore.

"L. A. Y. L. A. "

Just Ignore.

"Lay Lay." 

Okay, I'm done ignoring. 

"WHAT GODDAMMIT HAZEL!" I screamed, rolling my eyes and my body. 

"I was just gonna tell you that I got some money and was gonna take you shopping, but sorry for waking you up. I guess it really wasn't even that important." I could hear the sadness in her voice. I sighed and turned around, catching her just as she was about to walk out the door. 

"Hazel?" I called her name quietly.

"Yeah?" She called, not turning around. 

"Sorry." 

"It's cool."

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HAZEL'S POV:

- I walked downstairs to the kitchen. I was about to cook dinner when I saw an old mexican woman in there.