Neighborhood. [a MJ/ Mikayla/ Will Smith/ Me😂💀fanfiction]

8

Mikayla

We all spent the night at Kennedy's house. Her and Will went to sleep in her room and Michael and me slept in the guest room.

I was glad Kennedy and Will had made up, but I was still confused as to why he cheated. When I asked Kennedy she said it wasn't her place to talk about it because it was personal.

I laid in the bed, just staring at the ceiling. I found myself zoning in and out of space.

I  decided to eventually get up and get in the shower. I took some clothes out of my overnight bag.

I quickly hopped on the shower and washed up to get ready for the day.

After my shower, I went downstairs to find Will sitting on the couch, watching a movie.

I thought this was the perfect time to ask him about the whole situation.

"So Will, I have a question." I started.

He paused the movie and straightened up on the couch, "Shoot."

Here goes nothing. "Okay, so why did you cheat on Kennedy?"

"Oh, I thought she told you already." He said.

I shook my head, "She said it was a personal matter, that it wasn't her place."

He nodded, "Well, I have these insecurities about myself that I've never told to anyone. You remember when me and Karla were together a long time ago?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Yeah, so when we were together, I told her my insecurities because I thought we would be a forever thing.

"Turns out, she was using me. But she didn't want to see me with Kennedy, so she said if I didn't sleep with her, she'd tell her my insecurities.

"I thought it would be a one time thing, but she kept calling me and eventually. I got tired and said 'no, this isn't right.'

I nodded, even though I wanted to smack sparks out of Karla. That bitch is so manipulative.

"That upset Karla and she told Kennedy, I guess she wanted to ruin our relationship in any way she could. The sad part is, I was going to tell Kennedy about it. But, I guess she beat me to it.

"I'm waiting for Kennedy to wake up, though. I'm going to take her out and make it up to her. I want her to know she's the love of my life and I would never do anything like this to hurt her willingly."

I wiped a tear that had slipped down my face. He really cared for her, and he was sincerely sorry for what he did.

"You're a good guy, Will. Make her happy." I said, and walked back upstairs.

I entered the room to see Michael putting some clothes away.

"You were in the shower?" I asked.

He nodded, water bouncing from his newly formed curls.

"Baby, your afro curled up." I laughed. He reached up and felt his wet hair.

"Oops, I didn't think it would do all of this." He smiled sheepishly.

I giggled and walked over to him. I kissed his lips and flopped back down on the bed.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. Kennedy came from behind the door, wearing a big shirt and some leggings.

"Have you seen Will? He wasn't  in bed." She said, running her eyes.

"Yeah, he's downstairs." I said.

She nodded and left back out of the room.

Michael sat down on the bed, "You wanna go home?"

I nodded, "Yeah. They got plans today, anyway."

Michael scrunched his brows, "What plans?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I just know Will's taking her out to apologize to her."

"Oh, well let's go." He said, grabbing his bag. I grabbed mine too and we went downstairs.

Kennedy was laying on Will and he had his arm around her waist.

"You guys leaving?" She asked.

"Yeah, we gotta go." Michael said.

"Ok. See you guys later. Love you." She called.

"Love you too." We said and closed the door.

"I want a honey bun." I said. Michael chuckled.

"Well, let's go to the store then." He said.

We walked to the corner store. I got some takis and a honey bun. Michael got some hot Cheetos and sprite.

"Ya mouth bout to be on fire, retard." I said.

He laughed, "How?"

"Because, you got a soda with some hot chips. That acid gonna burn your moth more."

He nodded, "You right."

"I know I am." I said. "Besides, hot Cheetos are disgusting."

He gasped dramatically, "You're disgusting."

I laughed, "I am not disgusting."

We walked up the steps to my porch and into my house.

"Momma, we're home." I called.

"Who's we?" She asked.

"Me and Michael." I said.

"Oh, hey Michael!" She called.

"Hi Mrs. Love!" He giggled.