Rochester, New York
Saturday
12:12pm
Odell B."Odell what I told you about these dishes in the sink?"Annalise yelled out from the kitchen.
I groaned as I turned in bed pulling the pillows over my head, as I tried to block Annalise and her music out.
"Odell!"she called out.
"What man?"
"Hold up," I heard some stomping and mumbling."Who are you talking to Odell? I will smack the fire out of you, boy keep playing with me."she yelled as she appeared in the room, smacking her hands as she spoke.
I groaned."Now get yo' ass up, handle that hygiene of yours, wash the dishes that you were supposed to wash since yesterday, make some food then get dressed so we can go out and see my baby!"she spoke before she walked out of the room, but halfway she stopped.
"And if yo' ass ain't up in 5 minutes, I'm tearing yo' ass up'!"I smacked my teeth, waving her off as I threw the covers off of me.
Slowly getting up, I stretched, making my way to the bathroom." Could of sworn I left my momma at home."I mumbled as I grabbed my rag to go step in the shower.
"What did you say?"she popped out of nowhere, sticking her head in the bathroom, looking at me with a crazed look.
I quickly shook my head."Nothing."she looked me up and down.
"Mhmm."she got out and I waited for her to get out of the room, to speak.
"Damn, always on my jock."she then jumped out of the closet, causing me to jump.
"Odell, all that mumbling shit you doing, ain't scaring nobody. If you got something to say, then say it. Ain't no need for you to be talking shot under your breath every time I leave."She spoke, with a confused look creeping up onto my face because I thought she left the room.
I then realized how she was talking to me, frowning, I grabbed her, bringing her up to me, our faces inches apart."You see all that shit you talking, make sure you can back it up, cause you know that I'm not afraid to pin yo' skinny ass down, and give you what you asking for."I spoke as I looked down at her, speaking deeper than I usually do.
I noticed how she clutched her legs together, gulping before she spoke."W-What am I asking for?"she stuttered as she looked up at me.
"This dick."she fell on me, causing me to catch her.
"Woah you alright?"I smirked.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. My legs, their just not working right now."
"Mm. Something you gon' be saying alooot when I give you this d–"
"Blaaah."
"This–"
"Blaah."
"Dick."she frowned.
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Roommates |o.b.j|
Teen FictionOne African-American girl. One African-American guy. One room in Rochester University. One undeniable love.