Cliché (ASAP Rocky and Tyler, The Creator Story) (On Hold)

VII

November 7, 2016
4:37 A.M

Diary Entry 35

I had the best birthday ever. I wish I could've had more time to do other things like see my grandpa but it's alright. I'll see him soon. I'm kinda worried still about his sickness but thanks to Rakim he calmed me down. Speaking of him, the sex we had last night was by far the be-

"Rakim, gimme my damn book back!" I yelled. He smirked and waved it in my face.

"You want it back? Say please." He teased.

I tried to get up and grab it from him but he started to run away. Which lead me to chasing him around my house like a maniac. I caught him around the table. He was on the other side with it in his hand.

"Speaking of him the sex we had last night was by far the best." He mocked, "Oh, it was good huh?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Rakim!" I whined. He laughed and came around to me. Wrapping his arms around me and giving me a kiss, he apologized.

"I'm sorry you big baby." He chuckled. I pushed him off and went into the kitchen to find me something to eat. He followed behind like a puppy.

"Get away from me little boy." I said. He hopped on the counter and mocked me again. I went through the fridge to see what I could eat.

Looking at the clock, I noticed how early it was. It felt like 6 in the morning for some reason. Weird. I have to be to school in a few hours.

"There's some food from last night and chinese takeout. Which one you want." I asked.

"Uh, gimme some fried chicken and mac and cheese. Make me a shake while you at it." He winked. I raised my eyebrow as his words repeated in my head. Make me a shake while you at it. 'Boy better grow some arms and make it himself.

"I'll heat up your food but I ain't making you a shake. Not happening pal." I said, taking the huge pans of food out the fridge.

"Pssh, I betta' have my milkshake." He said. I smiled sarcastically. "Okay." He ain't getting shit.

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"Ferg, move yo big ass over." Marty yelled.

We were in the car on our way to school and the car was jam-packed. The trunk was full of bags and what not. So there wasn't room like it usually was. Kasia sat on my lap, the boys were bunched up in the backseats like bees. Meanwhile, Rakim drove.

"Nigga, I ain't fat. If I am yo moms love it." Ferg snapped back. I chuckled.

"Only you can prevent wildfires, bear shaped ass." Marty said.

"Shut the fuck up. Damn." Mel yelled. He was drinking his shake. They all were. Thanks to Rakim annoying ass.

"Finally, we here." Kasia said.

We got out the car and entered the school. Rakim came to my side and wrapped his arm around me. Of course looks and snarky remarks were made as we walked to my locker.

"Fuck y'all starin' at?!" Rakim said. No one responded. Just continued to what they were doing; Not minding their business.