The Girl Next Door

~31~

*throws update on table and sits back on weak ass cot* Be happy.

"We can be runaways, running from... any sight of love..."

The Next Day...

Robyn Fenty

8:45 p.m.

A knock on my door startles me, making me mess up my hair.

Groaning, I put the brush down and walk out of the bathroom to the front door.

"Who's it?" I ask, nearing the door.

"I'm it!" A very familiar voice says on the other side.

I chuckle and open the door. As soon as I do, my mouth drops open.

"Wow..." I breathe out. That seems to be the only thing I can say right now. I want to say more but damn... She really got me tongue-tied.

"Why are you not ready?" Onika asks, blushing under my intensely lustful stare.

"I... I-uhhh..." I still can't seem to articulate my words.

"Robyn?" Onika giggles, snapping her fingers in my face.

"Wha?" I ask, finally snapping out of my trance (No pun intended).

"Why are you not ready? You're still in your bra and boxers."

I look down, seeing it's true. I still haven't found any clothes.

I shake my head, backing up so she can come in.

As I walk back to my bathroom, I can hear Onika trailing behind me.

"How was your day?"

I shrug,"good, I guess. I slept all day. Really wish my baybeh coulda be hea. Kinda lonely without ya."

Onika makes a muffled squeal-like noise behind me.

I turn around in my room and see Onika trying to play everything off, looking around.

"Wha was dat?"

"What was what?"

"That..." I make the noise she made,"wha was dat?"

"I don't know what you talkin' about."

I chuckle then frown,"Ya tol' Roman bout me cryin'?"

"What?" Onika asks, laughing.

"She call meh crybaybeh at da game. Ya tol' 'er?"

"I don-"

"Yes ya do," I say, chuckling,"did ya tell 'er bout you cryin' though?"

"I didn't cry," Onika protests.

I mock her moans she made yesterday,"no, no, no... please... Ah, Robyn... Me haffi cum!"