Maybe?!?
I wake up in Killa arms, although we didn't have sex. We just talked, we talked about; how we was feeling, how we going to work at fixing things and what not. We are not together right now though, we are working on building our friendship, than our relationship.
I caress his face in my hand, and watch him sleep, his eyes slowly open looking at me confused.
"You know I hate people watching me sleep yo" he complain. That's sad he wakes up mean as hell.
"So, ion care. Me and peanut hungry" I whine, I cuddle closer to him.
"You want to go out and eat?" he asks as his eyes drift close.
"Yes, so wake up" I sat shaking him.
"Five minutes fuck" he snap turning over.
I get up, and straddle him, making him look up at me "I'm hungry, and so is peanut" I whine.
"Five minutes" he groan.
"Until I get out the shower" I bargain.
"Take ya time" he say pushing me to the side of the bed off of him. Get turns over and give back to sleep.
"Rudeness" I push him hard than run to the bathroom.
"Imma slap yo ass" I hear him yell, I laugh as I turn my shower on getting ready for the day.
An hour after me getting ready and dress, than begging for killa to get up and also waiting for him to get dress, we make it to Ihop.
"Next time you going to meet cold water, me and peanut was starving" I threaten Killa, than digging into my plate.
"Y'all ate" he state matter of factly.
"Ion like you" I say as I glare at him.
"Because you love me, duh dumbass" he shrug than place a pancake in his mouth.
"I'm not goin' be to many more of your dumbass" I state waving my knife.
"Gimme kiss dumbass" he say puckering up his lips while leaning toward me.
"If I lean I'm leaning to cut ya lips off" I state.
"Try me" he challenge, smiling I lean over to him and simply peck his lips. I'm not dumb,he would slap me something serous, but just to prove a point I bite down on his bottom lip hard.
"Fuck" he scream causing people to look at us weird, I simply die from laughter. Peanut kick me in the stomach before moving to another position. I swear he don't like when I laugh to hard or maybe his ass just sleep aggressive like his father.
"That shit not funny" Killa state.
I continue to laugh "it. really. was" I say in between laughter. I final calm down as a carmel chick make her way to our table. She about 5'7, short natural curly hair, curvy frame almost better than my own before the drama made me drop a couple pounds, and beautiful big brown eyes. I watch her as she got closer to out table, while Killa simply made sure his lip wasn't bust. The closer she got, the more confusion and hurt entered her face, a look I know all to well.
"K?" she question walking up to the table.
Killa looks up almost shock, but the look completely exits with a non emotional face. This must be Brooklyn.
"What's up B?" he asks nonchalant.
"I've been calling you since last night, you should be tellin me" she say calm but you can tell she wants to snap.
