India stared at me in disgust as I dipped another pickle in the Jif extra crunchy peanut butter. I bit into the pickle sighing happily as my taste buds tangoed.
India gaged, "I am ... disgusted." She says mocking Erica from Love and Hip hop. I shrug, "It's good though." She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
I smirk, "Wanna taste?" I say teasing her. She rolls her eyes once again and flicks me off. "Anywayss.. what are you gonna name my niece? Please don't name her something ghetto like Kanekalon. I've already had to deal with your confusing ass shit." She sighs.
"My name is not confusing." I roll my eyes playfully. "Okay Èza" she laughs. "Dell and I were thinking of doing a pattern type thing with the names. Like if we have a little girl her name will start with a O and her middle name will start with an I. And ya know vice versa for my little man." I say letting out a deep breath.
"Aww y'all make me so sick. Like who comes up with this stuff." India says playfully holding her heart.
I roll my eyes and go in the kitchen. I slide my fingers across the cool marble island as I put the peanut butter back in the pantry.
"Aye Izzy when O supposed to be coming back? Cause I'm going with Jay somewhere for the rest of the week." India yells from the living room.
"Um.. he has to go to a camp today. And then he has another one the following week. But he said he might come home before he goes to the other one so I don't know. He was confusing me anyways." I laugh flopping back down on the plush leather couch.
"Well maybe you should call and ask him. Duh." She says face-palming.
"Oka-" I start as the door bell suddenly cuts me off. I swiftly get up from my spot on the couch as my socked feet padded against the white tile to the door.
I look through the peep hole to see a woman holding flowers. I open the door much to my confusion.
"Hello, are you Iza Majors ?" She says studying the clipboard tucked in her arm.
"Uh, yes ma'am, I am." I reply slowly making eye contact with her. She laughs, "Flower delivery from Odell Beckham Jr. Sign here please ma'am."
"Oh, ha." I laugh to myself, signing the paper. She hands me the flowers and waves goodbye. "Have a nice day."
I nod at her and carry the flowers back inside, setting them down on a side table.
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"Where'd you get the flowers from?" India says examining the flowers on the small table.
"Odell sent them to me." I cheesed. She rolls her eyes and removes the card from the teddy bear. I quickly grab the card out her hand, two-stepping back to my spot.
