We Started As Friends (August Alsina)

Chapter 5

"August?" I ask, placing my dress in his hamper.

"Wazzam?" He looks up from his phone.

"Do you still have my makeup removing wipes?" I ask him.

"Yeah. Its inna' bottom drawer. Had a girl ova' the otha' night and forgot to put them back out afta' she left." He answers.

"...okay?" I laugh, going to get them.

"What? I ain't want ha' usin' my mouse's stuff." He replies.

I get my wipes, working on getting all of my makeup off.

"You want noodles or pizza bites?!" August yells from the kitchen.

"Pizza bites!" I answer.

"I'm startin' 'em!"

"Kay!"

I throw the used wipes in the trash can before walking to the kitchen.

I wrap my arms around August, looking up at him. "What's wrong?"

"You look good, baybeh." He tells me, changing the subject. "Aug's clothes is a good brand fa' you."

"Really?" I smile.

"Really." His arms wrap around my waist. "Gimme kiss."

I peck his cheek, making him look at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin', love." He steps back, eyeing me. "You look really good."

"Thank you." I smile.

"You feel like takin' pictures?"

"Always." I nod.

He leads me to the couch, and I sit down. I pose for pictures and he takes them.

I smile in the first one, I'm laughing in the second because of something August said. I pout in the third one, reach for him in the fourth, I'm pulling him to me in the fifth. In the sixth, I smile again.

"Take pictures with me now." I pull him on the couch.

He lets me on his lap, and he takes our picture. I kiss his cheek and he snaps another. He kisses mine and takes another.

I wrap my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes, and he takes another.

We lean in, like we're about to kiss and he takes another one.

I cup his cheeks, moving closer to his lips and he takes another one.

The timer goes off, startling us since we were so busy laughing at each other. "I can't believe you still have that picture." I laugh, wiping my eyes.

"Why would I delete memories?" He chuckles, making our plates.

"Do you have honey mustard?" I ask when he sets mine in front of me.

"Yeah." He nods, getting it out, along with the tea. "You sho' you from Cali?"

"No, I'm from Houston." I answer.

"How come you ain't tol' me this?" He asks, sitting beside me.

"I only lived there until I was three, then we moved here. So I technically did grow up here." I answer.

"You eva' think about movin' back?"

"I don't know." I dip a pizza bite into the honey mustard while he pours us some tea. "You should come with me and my mom. We're going down there for thanksgiving break."

"That'd be fun, baybeh." He sits down.

"I'll ask my mom." I smile.

"Okay." He nods, just as his phone rings.