Dreamboat | Lil Yachty

16

"Miles where are we even going? This is not the way home."

It's been a few weeks since the whole Diego thing and Miles has been picking me up from work as much as he possibly can.

"I need to swing by Walmart real quick," he says as he drives along, eventually turning into the parking lot.

"Come on," he says getting out but I just sit there. He comes to my side of the door and opens it.

"I don't wanna go it, I'm tired."

"Nah baby," he says unbuckling my seat belt. "I don't wanna leave you alone like that. Come on and maybe I'll buy you a candy bar."

We both laugh as I get up and close the door behind me. I love how he's always joking around and being protective.

We walked into the store and he had me pushing the basket to get who knows what, I decided just to not ask.

"Which tv do you think is better?" He asks.

"I don't know," I answer. "Why?"

"I want a bigger one for our room. The one in there sorta little."

"Nigga I'm hella tired and you got me out here with you so you can buy a tv?" Okay maybe I get a little cranky when I'm tired. I don't mean to but I can't help it.

"Aye," he says planting a light kiss on my neck as I lean again the cart. "Relax."

I just nod.

"I'm gonna go look at makeup while you figure out what you're doing."

I was suppose to be just letting myself look at the makeup but too many new products caught my eye and soon I had filled my little hand basket I got almost halfway.

I had already paid and walked back to where my boyfriend at and he was still looking at televisions.

"Ugh it's been half an hour, just pick one," I groan.

"Damn, why are you being so mean?" He asks me, as he continues to look at the televisions.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. I get you're tired but damn," he says, with mumble at the end.

"What was that?" I say quickly. "What you over there mumbling?"

"I said you acting like you need some dick or something," he says louder, catching my same attitude.

"Damn maybe I do but that doesn't take away from you taking forever," I say rolling my eyes at his childish statement.

Finally he picked a tv and we got home like an hour later. I went straight to wash my makeup off and got into the bed. I was about to doze off when Miles got into the bed, hovering over me as could feel him staring at me.

"What the fuck!" I yell, reaching up and sacking him in his chest.

"Ouch! You're being such a bitch-" he stops himself. His eyes widen and he stares straight at me.

"I didn't mean to say that Baby, I'm so sorry. I would never intentionally call you that," he rambles.

"Goodnight Miles," I say turning over and going to bed. He starts to wrap his arm around me but I don't let him.

"Cor-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Miles! I know I'm being a jerk tonight but you don't get to call me that like I'm nothing to you. You keep fucking pushing me," I rant, finally getting up. "I'm just gonna go lay on the couch or some shit, I'm not doing this with you."

"No," he says getting up with a sigh. "You get back in the bed and I'm sleeping on the couch."

He makes his way out the door.

"I love you, goodnight," he says shutting it behind him.

I get comfortable in the bed, laying there for a few minutes. I look over at the clock and thirty minutes had pasted and I'm still feeling restless. I tossed and turned for another fifteen minutes before sitting up.

I hate to admit but it's hard to sleep with him not next to me. It felt cold and lonely so for once I had to swallow my pride and suck it up to make things right.

I slid on a pair of sweats and tiptoed all the way down the hall and stairs. When I got down there he was laid across the couch and still awake. I stood in the door way, trying to figure out what I was gonna say but he seen me.

He opened up the blanket he had around his body so I got in with him.