~...lil mama so bad, you know she naughty...~
Naomi's POV
"I'm so stressed out, Cami," I sighed into the phone as I sat on my sofa Indian style.
Ever since I got home from my outing with Bryson and Harley, I had been binge watching How to Get Away With Murder. It was one of my favorite shows to watch.
"What's got you so worked up?" My cousin Camille asked.
Even though we were 1st cousins, she was still my only best friend. Blood was thicker than water for us. As for me and some of my other family, not so much. But one thing for certain, Camille was always my #1 fan and I was hers.
"Work. I have this interview assignment to do in order to get promoted to the position I've been working my ass off to get for months now. I tried depending on Bryson for it, but he wasn't with it but he claims he'll get me someone new."
"I don't get the problem anymore boo," Camille wondered.
"My boss, Monica, not only wants it by the end of the month, but she just flipped the script on me," I sighed remembering the earlier conversation we had at work.
"How?"
"If she doesn't like it or has it by the due date, my job will no longer be mine."
Camille fell silent,"Are you serious? Can she do that?"
"She can do whatever, Cami. She's the supervisor over my department."
"What if you back off the project?"
"Momma ain't raise no quitter," I shook my head,"I'm not going to stop."
"Typical Naomi," Camille sighed.
"How are you and water bird boy," I laughed because I knew it irritated her when I said that about her boyfriend.
"Swan," she corrected sassily over the phone.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just answer the question."
"We're fine. I'm currently upset with him, but it's all love," she answered.
"What is there to be upset about?" I asked changing the channel to the news.
All that presidential debate bullshit was on. If you asked me, neither one of those buffoons were fit to lead this corrupt nation. If only Obama could serve three terms.
Anybody but that bitch ass Trump, please, I thought to myself.
I was never one to get too into politics. It wasn't my thing because it was too technical and I was Christian so my many biblical beliefs never matched with the way the government was ran. But I do vote, so I do my part.
"After having his sister's kids for the past couple of weekends and being around them constantly has made me interested in having a baby. His baby. He, on the other hand, is not down with what I'm trying to be on."
"You would think after four years you two would have been married with kids by now. I think he's just scared."
"Scared of what? I haven't killed him yet, I may have threatened but I never did," Camille giggled," and he knows I love him like no other so I don't see why not. He's the only guy I want."
"Aww," I cooed," my little cousin is in love."
"Girl hush. You're not that much older. It's just a couple of months, but how are you enjoying playing step mama?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"Don't play dumb Naomi. I see you and the boy Tiller. Swan told me y'all went out on a date today, too. I was disappointed you didn't even tell me fam," Camille fake cried.
I rolled my eyes.
Bryson can't hold water I see. Did he consider that a date? He never told me it was one. Not that I didn't mind. I actually liked him. Hell, I always have even in school. He just never paid me any mind so my way of flirting was taunting him. I never said I was the best flirt.
"It wasn't really a date," I explained," He, Harley, and I just went out to ColdStone. No biggie. Tell your water bird boyfriend to stay out my damn business, too."
Camille laughed," Quit calling him that. And are you sure it's nothing, because I've seen the way he looks at you."
"Bryson doesn't look at me any differently than when he looks at you and his grandmother," I said," He's not feeling me like that. He's told me numerously how we're just friends."
That kiss earlier said otherwise though and I knew it. I just decided not to think otherwise.
"Well let me rephrase it. Are you feeling him?" Camille asked.
I licked my lips and pondered as if I didn't already know how I felt about him.
I liked him. Even better now that we're getting to know each other on a base one type of level.
"Naomi, you there?" Camille asked hoarsely.
"Yeah," I simply say.
"Are you going to answer me today or this time next month?" She joked.
"If I tell you, you better keep your mouth shut," I warned.
"Your secrets have been safe with me since the 1st grade," Camille reminded," I'm pretty sure you and Young Metro can trust me by now."
I smiled," Alright. So..."
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