Priorities (A Kyree Myers Story)

Care

Girl why you playing like that? Always tryna act like a brat. You getting on my muhfucking nerves, But you girl what I put first. Lay yo ass down imma give you that work. Kissing on your neck then I'm coming for the shirt. Don't try to act now you on my turf. Got her so wet that a nigga might surf...
~Actin' Up K Camp

Kylie POV
We got in the car and I immediately fell asleep. Sometimes I don't know why Kyree likes me. I push him away all the time and I'm definitely not the best looking. I just don't know what he sees in me. He woke me up as we pulled into the parking lot. We walked in and I wanted food. He took me to Chick-fil-A. We ate our food at one of the tables and then went to shop. Kyree isn't a big "clothes shopper" but he loves to get shoes. We walked into Rue21 and I found cute camo joggers. He found some too and we bought them. I mean we aren't dating but we can match and it won't be weird. Right?

Kyree POV
As we walked out of the store I saw some guy staring at Kylie's butt. And I'm being honest I'm a jealous ass nigga. So my actions were a little over the top but like I said she is mine. "Aye yo ma you gotta fatty!" A random guy said. She just rolled her eyes. "Aye man shut up." I said back. "Punk ass boy won't do nun!" He said. "Try me!" I said walking up to him. I felt Kylie pull my arm back as the guy walked up. "Is we gone have a issue," he said cracking his knuckles. I kept walking up. Kylie ran between us. "STOP!" She yelled. The guy shoved her out the way. "Move hoe," he said. I popped that guy in his jaw. He stumbled back as he rubbed his jaw. "Take yo bum ass home nigga." I said grabbing Kylie's hand and walking off. She didn't let go of my hand until we went into another store. And she felt protected by me. I'll always protect her.

Kylie POV
Thats why I love Kyree. He protects me like a brother. That moment was quick and could've ended badly but I'm glad it didn't. When we got back to my place we went up to my room. He took off his shirt and climbed into my bed as I took the bags upstairs. "Umm can I have some help?" I asked. He pretended to snore. "Ughhhh I hate you." I said as I carried the rest of the bags upstairs. When I was done I jumped on him. "Ow get yo fat ass off me!" He said waking up. "I know my ass is fat so thank you." I said jumping more. "Kylie! Get off me!" He said closing his eyes again. "Or what?!" I yelled back. His eyes opened and he smirked. Uh oh. What just clicked in his little brain.