Series in order ♥
{ • My Brother Bestfriend }
{ • This Thing Called Life }
{ • This Is Our Life }
[ This is the first book of the three book series. ]
[ The sequal is published and completed ]
[ Trilogy is posted ]
👇( Story...
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I woke up from my slumber, feeling someone shaking me. My eyes fluttered open, to look at who it was. Seeing my twin brother, Davontae standing over me.
I smacked my lips, huffing out of my mouth slightly. "What do you want bruh?" I mumbled.
"Wake yo' ugly ass up." He shoved me off of my bed then teared my covers away from my body. "Its time to eat."
I quickly shuffled onto my feet, ready to tackle him due to his rudeness. "Fuck you, you did not have to do all of that, Davontae." I told him as I snatched my covers away from him. "All you had to do is tell me that it was time to eat and then leave." I huffed.
"But would you have actually got up though?.... Exactly." Davontae smirked as he made his why towards the door. "Now good morning and come and eat bunny."
I loved my brother. But damn, that nigga always gets on my nerves. After grabbing my necessities I needed in order to do my morning routine, I walked to the bathroom, then close the door behind myself.
I looked myself over in the mirror, I had that morning glow. My Melanin Was Poppin'. I had brown skin, with a few dark/scar marks but that didn't hide the fact I was beautiful. Those don't effect me in any type of way.
I have a nice little body, not too much junk in the trunk or big boobs but it was well enough for me. My 4a hair was past my shoulders, but it wasn't long at all. It was something I could handle.
"Daejah!"
"I'm comin' momma! I'll be down in a minute." I yelled back to my momma.
Once I was done doing my morning routine, I made my way downstairs into the kitchen. I kissed my momma on the cheek. " Morning ma, thank you. "
" Morning baby, it's no problem."
I smiled, going to my seat at the table. I furrowed, watching Davontae try to finesse my pancake off my plate.
" Boy, if you won't leave my sh- plate alone." I said, grabbing my plate. He know damn well, I don't fucking play about food. " And give me my pancake."
He smacked his lips, putting it back on my plate. " You might as well just let me have it, I put my hands on it."
" Man." I drawn out, letting him have it. Momma end up giving me another pancake, in replacement for the one Davontae.
Smack!
" And keep your hands on your own plate." Momma warned him, with her spoon in her hand.
" Damn, ma." Davontae rubbed the back on his head.
