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12.Vibes

T W E L V E

"You comin' to my graduate and the cookout right?"

"Yes Ryan Gibson for the hundredth time!"

I started getting aggravated with him asking the same thing over and over.

"I gotta know, cause I gotta have my lady by my side."

"I am not you lady." I chuckled.

"You're mine even if you don't think you're mine."

"Imma let you think that." I continued to flat iron my hair.

"I know this." He sat on the edge of the tube watching me.

"Mhm okay." I start fixing my edges.

Pulling me by my belt loop from behind, Ryan put me in his lap.

"Whatt?"

"Stop all that whining." He licked his lips. "Why you be doin' a nigga like that?"

"Like what?" I frowned, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Shutting a nigga out." He said honestly.

"To be honest with you, I don't really realize I do. I guess it's a habit to shut people out." I shrugged noticing my tendencies.

"I'm not here to hurt you baby."

After hearing him call me baby, I felt all gushy inside.

"Since we askin' questions-why you always so chill bout everything? Like can't shit bother you." I looked him in eyes.

"Something these streets taught me, show no emotion." Ryan shrugged.

"Well you not in the streets with me nigga it's okay to cry." I got off lap to finish my hair.

"I think about it. What time you go to work?" He switched the subject.

"Graveyard shift." I slicked my edges back.

"Always working at the ass crack of dawn." He try to mumble.

"Shut up." I laughed "I like working that late, it's exciting'." I shrugged.

"You a drug dealer?" Ryan looked at me curious.

"Yes! How you know?" I turned around looking shocked.

"No the fuck you not!!" Ryan laughed.

"Yes I am." I try not to laugh, "What you need? A dime? Got you."

"You ain't got shit?"

"You don't know what I got. Dang always assuming somethin' stupid noodle head." I rolled my eyes, turning around.

"Call me a noodle head again." He tested, softly chuckling.

"Noodle head." I whispered.

As Ryan got up off the edge of the tube, I try running out the bathroom.

"Nope." He grabbed me picking me up.

"Noo Ryan!! Put me downnn!!" I screamed. "I just did my hair!"

"No cause lately you been tryin'  a nigga."

"Aerinn!!"

"No!! Shut up!" He threw me on my bed.

"Aer-"

In the middle of screaming for dear life, Ryan bit my face.

"I know you did not just bite me negro!" I giggles, pushing him of me.

Wiping my face, I sat up trynna bite him back. Every time I get close to him, he'll tickle me.

"Let-let me bite youuu!" I laughed getting frustrated.

"No" He laughed.

"Okay-okay I-I quiitt!" I try scooting away.

"You gonna stop talkin' shit?" Ryan grabbed my legs pulling me back.

"Yess!" I try catching my breath.

"Say it."

"Nigga n-"

Poking me in my side I squealed.

"Okay!" I grabbed his hand "Imma stop talkin' shit."

"Now let my hand go." He try wiggling his fingers out my grip.

"I ought bite it like you bit my face." I pushed his hand away aggressively.

"So since you not talkin shit no more you gonna start being abusive?" Ryan hovered over me.

"Maybe." I breath got caught in my throat.

"Get bold if you want too." He licked his lips, looking me in my eyes.

"Aye-uhh y'all nasty!" Aerin came out of nowhere.

Ryan got from over me as his phone rung.

"Oh look who decided to come." I got off the bed, smoothing my hair back down.

"I was doin' something very important." Aerin informed me.

"Being a hoe is not important." I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you!" She laughed pushing me.

"Nah I'm good, Lance need to do that." I mumble, looking off.

"You know what? Bi-"

"Aye I'm out I gotta handle something." Ryan interjected walking over to us. "You good?"

"Yea." I nodded my head,

Hugging him, I slick didn't want to let him go. Kissing my forehead, he pulled away, walking out the back

"I'm good too, thanks for asking buddy." Aerin acted like she was hurt.

"It's okay." I pat her shoulder "It's okay."