Oh God, She's Like Us.

seventeen- another surprise.

It was early morning when I was awoken by Franklin. "Baby, get up. C'Mon." He pulls me out of bed. I groan tiredly, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "The fuck you want?" I mutter, looking over. He rolls his eyes, holding up his phone. "Michael, dawg. He got a score for us. Not much. Just a jewelry store." He nods. I sigh, getting up and grabbing some clothes.

It was a silent car ride. I look over, reaching my hand over and taking his gently. "Don't touch me, nigga. Nasty ass." He jokes, grabbing my hand and kissing it sweetly. "I'm playin' baby. Touch me all you want." He grins, chuckling. "You ass." I mutter, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

Once we arrive to Lester's place, I wave gently, leaning against the wall. Michael arrives, sighing heavily. Franklin sat on a table, swinging his legs. As Lester talks about the score, I took in all the information. "Indya, you will be on a bike too. I hear you're good with a gun and good at driving." He nods. I nod also, glancing over to Franklin who winks.

As we arrive at the jewelry store, Franklin leans over, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "'Aight, baby, be careful.. please." He whispers. "I will." I giggle, nodding slightly.

As everyone piled jewels into their bag, I call out the time check. "C'mon!" Michael drags my arm, pulling me to the bikes. I climb on, following behind the others. Once we turn into the tunnel, I gasp, turning quickly as Franklin slams into the wall. Michael slows down and I toss him our bags, shooing him on. I run over to Franklin, pulling off his helmet. "Baby come on." I whisper. I scoop him up, carrying him to the bike.

I had no clue what to do, or how I was going to get him anywhere. I rub his shoulders, kissing his forehead. "Mikey will come back." I coo, feeling him go unconscious. I gasp, feeling for a pulse. Once I find one, I sigh, leaning against the brick wall, holding him in my arms.

After an hour, he woke back up, and he was in bed. I walk down, setting his drink on the table. "Hey baby." I whisper, cupping his cheek and stroking it with my thumb. "You feeling alright?" I coo, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He nods slightly, reaching for the water bottle. I help him sit up, rubbing his back. "You hit your shoulder pretty hard- dislocated it. T had to pop it back into place." I whisper, sitting beside him. "I just wrapped it and took care of your cuts." I nod.

His eyes meet mine and I smile sweetly, dying a little inside. Man, he was so cute. Like a lost puppy. I giggle, kissing his knuckles and cooing. "You is too good fo' my dumbass." He whispers, holding my hand. I rest my head on his good shoulder, closing my eyes slowly. "No, no not really." I whisper. I rub my eyes, yawning. "You're just high maintenance." I joke, giggling as I get up. I wink, going up to get him a sandwich.

As I come back down, I drop the plate, covering my mouth. "Aye, baby girl." He smirks, holding the black box. I walk over, helping him up. "No.. baby stop. you're joking!" I shake my head. He chuckles, opening the box.

"Baby. You... Oh my god, where do I even start with yo ass?" He starts. "You the light of my fucken life, you know? Once you offered me that joint 3 years ago, I couldn't let you go. Shi, I love you, baby. Chop loves you. You beautiful, and you've supported my ass through so much." He grins, watching me. Tears form in my eyes and I let out a shaky breath. "Will you marry me?" He winks. "Yes!" I hug him tightly, crying. "Oh my god, yes. Franklin, baby!" I shut my eyes tightly, kissing all over his face.

He chuckles, holding my arms to keep me close. I smile brightly, kissing him deeply. "Baby." I whisper, tilting my head. I sniffle, watching him slide the ring on. "Oh my gosh, it's huge." I giggle, pecking his cheek. He laughs, rubbing my back. I help him back into bed, tucking him in. "Get some rest, yeah?" I whisper, giggling.

I get upstairs, calling Amanda. I hear her squealing, telling Michael. "What?! The kid?!" I heard him call out. "Yes!!" She squeals more. "Michael, go watch Franklin. We're gonna celebrate!" She declares, then hangs up. I giggle, looking at the ring.

Amanda shows up, Michael laughing. "Let me see, let me see!" She grabs my hand, observing the ring. "It's beautiful!" She grins, nodding. "He's sleeping, so he shouldn't be up for a few hours." I nod slightly to Michael, "help yourself to anything!" I call out, leaving with Amanda.

It was 3AM when I returned. The house was silent. I sigh tiredly, tossing my shoes to a corner where I'd pick them up later. I walk to the kitchen, downing a bottle of water and eating a few chips. I make my way downstairs quietly, peeking around the corner to see the bedroom was empty. I furrow my eyebrows, walking over to the window. I see him sitting with Chop, in only his tight blue boxers. I giggle, walking over and covering his eyes from behind. "Gimme all your money!" I joke, moving to sit beside him.

"Hey. Baby. You home.. late." He chuckles. He looks over, studying me for a moment. "Shii, you ain't even tipsy. What y'all do?" He tilts his head, studying me. "Amanda drank. I mean, someone had to drive." I shrug. "And uh.." I laugh nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. "Never mind. I'll tell you at a better time." I nod slightly. He eyes me suspiciously, slowly nodding before getting up.