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A week later
Jayden POV

Dee walked in my room.I pause my music.

"You coming?"asked Dee.

"Go where?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes.it matters.where you going?"

"I am going to store."

"For what?"

"All theses questions.are you coming or not?"

"Maybe."

"Okay.if you not in the car before I get to the car.I am leaving you"she left the room.I put a hoodie and my orange shoes.I went to the car.I sat on the hood of the car.after few minutes Dee came out the house.

"Boy,what are you going?"asked Dee.

"Nothing."

"Get out off the hood."I rolled my eyes.I got off it.

"You acting like my weight will put a deny in the hood."

"It might."I fake gasped.

"I can't believe you calling me fat."

"If the boot fits wear it."she shrugged.my jaw dropped.

"Jay,I was playing."said Dee.

"Nor.nor.ain't no playing.now,I changed my mind.I don't want to go."she rolled her eyes.she hop in the car.

"Get in."said Dee.

"No."

"Okay.you will be lock outside the house until I come back.cuz I just lock the front door."

"Okay."

"Its hot outside day.

"I can stand under a tree."

"Your phone die."

"You know what I changed my mind.going to store sounds like fun."I hop in the car.Dee shook her head and laughed.We went to the store.

"So why we here?"

"I want some fruits.you want something while we here?"she grabbed a basket.

"Nope.I am good."she raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"asked Dee.I sighed.

"Do I ever want something we go to the grocery store?no.so,why would I start now?"She shrugged.

"Maybe you would change your answer." I will never change my answer.she walked started walking towards the isle.I followed behind her.some of fans saw her.I walked away from them.I am not in the mood to meet her fans.I walked to different part of the store.I think I am in the frozen food section.Dee texted me.

Mom:where u @
Jay:in the frozen food.
Mom: don't move I will meet u.

"wow you grown a lot."said a lady.um okay.

"You probably don't remember me."said the lady.yup.I don't remember you.

"I was the social worker who brought you to the orphanage.based on twitter seems like you found a good home.good to see you are doing well."said the lady.she walked away.Dee walked up to me.

"Who was that?"asked Dee.

"Tell you later."I notice Dee had a lot snack in her basket.

"I will take this."I took the basket out of her hand.I Handed her the oranges and
grapes.

"What are you doing?"asked Dee.

"You don't need all this junk food.you are performer.you need to be in shape."

"I am in shape.now gimme the basket."

"No."

"I am regretting taking you with me."

"I am glad I went with you."

"Jay,gimme it."

"Now,I am putting all this stuff back."

"You wouldn't."

"Watch me."she reach for the basket.I smacked her hand.she look at me crazy.

"Have you loss your mind.don't hit me."she snatched the basket back.

"Loss your damn mind."said Dee.she looked me up and down.

"I was trying to help.live longer."

"You ain't my trainer."said Dee.I rolled eyes.We paid for the stuff and went home.She went to kitchen.

"Jay,can you put the food up for me cuz my hand still hurt when you hit it."said Dee.I smacked my lips.

"You tender like your head."I mumbled.

"What was that?you want me to comb your hair."said Dee.

"Didn't say that!"

"Put the food up.I will back."said Dee.she left the room.I put the food in the correct spots.Dee came back downstairs with a comb,brush and rubber bands.she place the stuff on the table.

"Take a seat."said Dee.

"No thank you."

"It wasn't an optional.sit."said Dee.I sat down.

"Now you say I am tenderheaded.right?let see if you are too."then I covered my hair with my hands.

"No you don't."she smacked my hands.I hissed.

"Move your hands."I moved my hands off my hair.she started parting my hair in two.

"are you done?"

"No.I only begun."after 10 mins of Dee comb and brush my hair.she put it in two small ponytails.

"You look cute."said Dee while trying not laugh.I took the ponytails out and shook my hair around.I rubbed my head.

"okay.i will stop calling you tenderheaded."

"Good."

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