Bratty

First Date

It's been a full two months since we moved into our new home and I gotta admit it's been pretty fucking lit! Since it summer the pool has been a God sent,  I finally got the house the way I wanted it, and one month ago Namjoon officially moved into my room, which is an interesting thing itself. I've never shared my space with anyone so it's...it's new.  Okay if I'm being 100 with y'all...it was lowkey annoying. Well not annoying...just different. Like it's a new milestone in my relationship and it's been thrilling but also terrifying! 

 I'm still not use to waking up next to someone, like yeah Namjoon has seen me at my worst but there is something about the man you love seeing your ass when you just wake up that could cause the baddest bitch to feel a bit off...if you get what I'm saying. 

And today was one of those days for me. When I first woke up this morning, I could already tell that I was looking like a hot ass mess! So to see Joonie's smiling face up in my shit was jarring. I almost smacked the shit outta him for that, like nigga! A bitch is easily scared, don't do that shit!

"Morning jagi~!" He greeted me and it took me a minute to process that he was speaking. Groaning I ran a hand over my face before greeting him with a smile as I slide out the bed. Ugh, I can feel the morning breath coming from my mouth...gross. 

Shuffling over to the bathroom I went in there shutting it as I did my morning business. 

"Jagi!" Namjoon called from the other side of the door. I glanced over at it before grunting a response since I had toothpaste in my mouth. "I was thinking, we haven't had an official first date huh?" I blinked a bit as I thought about it. Technically no we haven't, we talked about having a date night but we always end up staying at home and getting high, which I honestly love. I might be a social person every now and then but damn, a bitch really loves staying inside and not doing shit. 

Spitting out the toothpaste I answered finally. "No, love we haven't...why? What do you have in mind?" I asked before I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash. Namjoon was quiet for a minute, and like always that caused a bit of anxiety to spike in me. Quiet Namjoon is never good. I've known this man for years I should know! 

"Wanna get high, dress up like a snack and go to Costco?" I raised my eyebrow at the close door before spitting out the mouthwash before opening the door, a grin on my face. 

"Baby that's the best fucking idea!" I told him as I wrapped my arms around him. And it was, like I'm not gassing up my man because he's my man. I fucking loved Costco, like listen. I might be a wealthy hoe but I still love free samples and honestly their chicken bakes are better than some of the most expensive restaurants I've been to, and these are just honest facts. Namjoon grinned down at my as he wrapped his arms around my waist. 

"Thought you'd like that. So why don't you get dolled up and we'll smoke a few bowls and go ight baby girl?" His voice dropped an octave when he said baby girl that caused a shiver to go down my back. Shit girl, get a hold of yourself! You can't get Costco samples if you let him blow your back out right now!

Smiling up at him I gave him a quick kiss before I removed myself from him so I can get ready. My mind going a million miles per hour as I thought about how I was gonna stunt on these soccer moms on this holy Saturday morning. I ran a hand through my hair, wincing a bit. Alright, look like it's a dry shampoo day, so I can style my hair in a simple top knot. Biting down on my bottom lip I made my way into my...I mean our walk in closet, flipping on the light and glancing at all the clothing. 

Hmm, I'm kinda feeling like I should go for a approachable look but one that also say that I'm better than you. Especially to those white women who shop there. If you've ever been to Costco y'all know exactly who I'm talking about. You know those white women who names their daughter Kviiilyn because Kaitlyn is too mainstream and they want their child to be unique. Shake my head, and they say black people name their children fucked up names. Oh and you bet your fucking ass that the teachers won't have a problem pronouncing it bit GOD FORBID they gotta pronounce Marcella, like come the fuck on! It's fucking Latin, it's a classical fucking name and...