The Help (MB)

Chapter 11

*Peyton's POV*

I was out,sitting in the front yard and playing a game of catch with Ray. We got lazy,so we just rolled the ball back and forth on the grass. Each time we caught it,we had to confess something. He rolled it to me and I caught it,thinking a second. "I've always loved the smell of new stuff." I said,rolling it back. He caught it,looking at me. "I used to tell all my deepest secrets to my stuffed rabbit." He said,and I laughed,laying back in the grass. "What?" I asked,still laughing and he chuckled. "Yeap." He said,looking at me then standing up. I laid there,watching as he approached me.

"I'm bored." He said,sitting on my stomach. I screamed,pushing him off. "You aren't light,you know." I said,rolling my eyes,and he laughed. "Whatever." I stood up,dusting the grass off of my behind. "You want anything? I'm going to the kitchen." I announced,and he stood up. "I'll go with." We walked back into the house,and I fixed myself a bowl of grapes while he heated up two of his leftover tacos from yesterday. We sat at the counter,not saying much.

"Name one place you've always wanted to go." I said,looking at him. He looked up,thinking a minute. "New York. It's artistic to me." He answered,looking at me. "You?" I smiled. "Paris,France! It's so beautiful!" He chuckled. "Yea,it seems pretty cool. I smiled,but it quickly dropped as Diggy walked into the kitchen,followed by Kristina. She looked over at me and Ray,and I waved to them both. Diggy smiled,pulling on a strand of my hair,but Kristina just stood there,scoffing at me.

"This bitch better stop. That's why her eyebrows looking like they on cloud nine." I said,mumbling under my breath so only Ray could hear. He looked up at her,giggling at my words. Ugh,I really couldn't stand the way she treated me.

*Kenya's POV*

I was sitting on my bed in my room,painting my nails and listening to the radio. I sung along to the words of Shai,acting as if I were in the music video,drying the solid coat on my nails before I put a design on it. "And if I ever fall,in lovee againnn,I will be sure that the lady's just a frieeeend! And if I ever fall,in loveee so truee,I will be sure that,the lady's just,like youuuu!" I said,walking up to the radio and changing the station. I stopped when I got to the station playing Live Long

A$AP. "Trigger finger itchin,fuck parental supervisionnn. This be the murder bidness,little Tamm-" I screamed as I heard a deep rumble of laughter. I bucked my eyes,looking up to see Chres standing at my door,looking at me while laughing. "You scared me!" I screamed,sitting back down on the bed as he came in and turned the radio off. "Turn it back on. Get out." I said,putting black stripes on my index fingers. "No." He plopped down on the bed,making one of my stripes crooked.

I groaned,looking at him. "See what you did?" I showed him the finger,and he said nothing. "What do you want?" I asked,looking at him and ready for him to leave my room. "I like your lights. I see you're a fan of Kendrick." He smirked,pointing to my poster on top of my bed,completely ignoring my question. I sighed,putting white polka dots on my middle fingers and thumbs,ignoring him. "What's your favorite song?" He asked,looking at me. I thought a bit,sitting Indian style with a towel on my lap to stop spills from the nail polish. "Blow My High,Maad City,Keisha's Song,and A.D.H.D." I answered,looking at him. "You?" I asked,looking at him and blowing my nails when i'd got done. "Backseat Freestyle." He said,and I chuckled. Typical. "What's so funny?" He asked,looking at me. "I knew you were going to say that." I said,looking at his hands. He shrugged. "No,seriously,what do you want?" I asked,looking at him.

"What? I can't spend time with my best friend?" He said,smiling at me. I narrowed my eyes at him. "We don't even talk. Other than that night." I said in a confused tone. "Well,if you're trying to get me to leave,i'm not going anywhere." He said,smiling deviously. "Fine. You stay,I get to paint your nails." I said,smirking and raising an eyebrow. He frowned up. "Hell no. You ain't finna put that shit on my nails." I smirked. "Please! It'll come off! I promise!" I said,pouting. He stared at me a second,his eyebrows raised. "You're twisted." He said,looking at me and I smiled,taking his hand.

"And you said i'm your best friend. I must be doing something right." I smirked,opening the blue nail polish and starting to paint. "Yea,I was lying about that." He said,looking at me. "Yea,whatever." I said,laughing. "That stuff is cold!" He said,jumping back a bit as I painted the rest of his nails. I placed his hands on a pillow." Don't move. You'll mess up your nails." I said,looking at him and standing to put my nail polish away. "How long does it take this stuff to dry?" He asked. I giggled. "I'll let you know when you can move." And with that,I walked out of the room,leaving him there alone and going downstairs to start making lunch.

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