I sat on top of Bey's dresser watching her pack her bag. I'd asked her twice where she was going but she ignored me, so I sat quietly, swinging my feet back and forth.
"Onika Maraj, stop swinging your feet 'fore I chop them bitches off." she said suddenly.
"Can you answer my question please please please? Am I going?"
"I'm going to handle business and no you not going."
"Well damn."
"Mhm."
She zipped her bag up and turned facing me. I let my eyes drift down to her outfit.
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"I have a question."
"Onika that's all that comes out of your mouth damn. What?"
"If you're a 'thug', why don't you dress and live like one?"
"I'm not a thug, I'm a boss. Huge difference, remember that."
"Oh okay."
I slid off the dresser and walked to the door with Bey right behind me with her bag. As soon as she opened the door, a dark skin woman walked in.
"Onika, Kelly. Kelly, Onika. I'll be back in the morning." she said before she walked out of the door.
"So are you like my babysitter or something?"
She smirked and shrugged.
I nodded and started to walk to 'my' room, before Kelly grabbed my arm. I looked back at her only to see her eyes roaming my body.
I snatched my arm away.
"I'm sorry, you just look good. Edible maybe." I heard her try to mumble.
I walked to the room and closed the door behind me.
I laid across the bed, lifting my legs up and letting them fall on the bed. That went on for about ten minutes before I stopped and rolled over on my back.
The tv turned to Boomerang, I slick forgot I set an auto tune for Scooby Doo. I like the older version better than the newer one because it was wayyyy better in my opinion.
I watched a few episodes before there was a knock on the door and it opened.
"I'm about to order some food. Pizza cool witchu?"
