Welcomes back you two

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"why you being so difficult" "why the hell you keep asking" "why the hell you tripping" "bitch cause I can" "don't talk to me like that" "then fuck off" "I thought you love me" "I don't like yo thotty ghetto dick sucking ass" "life without a love will quickly end" "I do have a love" "who in the world ,besides me, will actually put up with yo bipolar ass" "I don't fucking know. Lets ask Romeo." "What Romeo's moment" "yass bitch" "well sure do don't see the bitch" "get the fuck out of my room. Don't you ever call Timia out if her name"

"Come on Romeo. Lets go to the store"
*gets to the store. "Okay Romeo what you want." "Oreeyos" *takes a step, bumps into girl. "Timia!" "Do I know." "Of course where have you been baby" "at home with Keke. Know let's get back to the question do I know you" "I'm yo boyfriends/baby daddy/best friend." "Well I think I would remember someone like you"

*covers her mouth, runs off. takes her to the car and takes her straight home. "Nickiiii!" "it's Ms. Nicki to you and Whaat" "look who I found" *walks downstairs, fall to her knee and cry tear of joy. "Oh my god it's Nicki Minaj. I'm such a huge fan" "Nicki, I think she lost her memory" "Timia" *timia screams "she know my name" "of course I do. I am you mom" "well. All these bitches is you son" "no I'm yo biological mom" "aint this a dream come true. First kidnapped by a sexy ass boy with my 'so call son', then my idol is my mom and then I'm having a baby in two weeks. I wonder what Keke will think if this." "Nunin I didn't kidnap you. She did." Noah said. "It's aight we gonna move to our Beverly Hills home." "Aight let's pack up. Wait did you just say you preggers" "yeah doctors said that me and who ever made him around April" "yes" Noah screamed. "Nigga why you so happy" "cause that my baby" whoo. Noah can not dance.

KeKe POV

The fuck that bitch go. This time when I get my bae back imma leave a nigga dead. She's mine and I'm not gonna share with no. She's perfect, we go together like peanut butter and jelly. She's they best thing that ever happen to me.

Time to start planing.

Timia POV

Beverly Hills. Damn! And I thought my old house was big. All my niggas came with me, Noah, Romeo, Kasidy, Ayania, Michael cause you know where Nicki go SB go too, Kenny, and lastly Malik. Me, Noah, and Romeo had are own room. I had a game room/computer room.
"Noah"
"What"
"I's hungry"
"You always hungry"
"You calling me fat"
"Now you putting words in my mouth"
"Whatever"
"Lose the attitude"
"Or what"
"Imma put put more than words in yo mouth"
"Nigga you all talk"
"Gah, you all hips no ass"
"Oh now you went too far"
I jumped up and pushed him on the bed and wrestled him down but he was winning. He grabbed me by stomach, picked me up and slammed me down.
"Nigga, you tryna kills him" I rubbed my stomach.
"Oh shit, my bad lil mama" he kissed my check.
"Mmm hmm" I pushed him. "Plus you still ain't me my food"
"When Imma get my food"
I looked him up and down. Romeo waddle in the room. "Mama,mama"
"Go to yo nana" Noah got him from me and put him down. "Now, I'm hungry"
"So, I don't know how to cook"
"that's a damn lie. Plus, what I want us already cooked"
"then go get it bae"
"but I need yo permission"
"well you got it"
He crawled between my legs, pull off my boxers, licked his lip.

Can I just skip this part

"Noah, why you gotta be so nasty?"
"But you liked"
"That don't answer my question"
"You know I'm right" he grabbed my hips. Then Romeo ran back in here.
"Mama. "
"Yes"
"Nana want nana want"
"Ok" I slid my boxers on and went on.

"Yes mama"
"Are you gay"
"No. Now that I got my memory back is all good. Plus if I was gay, would I be with Noah"
"Don't get smart. But I know that but can you pretend to be gay?"
"Why"
"Well you know Zendaya?"
"Yeah"
"Well I want y'all to make a studio album together and you know she bi."
"Aight ma but I can't sing"
"That's why you rapping. To tell you the truth I made the principle but you in poetry class and they said you were fantastic besides your behavior"
"Aight ma I got this"

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