arliah's pov
"come hereeee." diego whines.
"wait." i say back. i finish removing my makeup, then grab my phone, turning the bathroom light off, then walk to where he's laying on my bed. i crawl over him to the other side, they lay my head on his chest, and set a leg on his torso.
"aren't you hot?" i ask. he's wearing his classic outfit. hoodie. sweats and a beanie. he shakes his head
"not really." he says.
"i'm on fucking fire." i say. i'm currently in a cropped spaghetti strap top with a thong on. that's how hot it is to me.
"well you look hot. and not in the temperature way." he says and i laugh. i go on my phone, on twitter to be more specific and scroll through a few tweets.
"love birdssss." brielle says walking into my room. i look at her and laugh
"we're ordering pizza." she says and i nod
"thank youuuu." i say. she laughs and runs over to me.
"this is mine." she says grabbing my butt and looking at diego.
"sureeeee." he says with an eye roll. brielle laughs then walks to the door. i blow her a kiss and she laughs, walking out and closing the door.
"i still don't understand how you get mad when i grab or smack your butt but don't when brielle does it." he says. i sit up, looking at him.
"why are you still hooked on that?" i ask laughing
"i'm not. it's just confusing." he says
"i don't get mad when you grab my butt." i say
"yes you do." he says.
"no i don't." i say
"you just think i do because of the responses i have." i say, crawling back over him. i walk to my dresser and grab a pair of leggings.
"don't put those onnnn." he whines.
"you want skies and them to look at my ass?" i ask.
"put them on." he says. i laugh and quickly put them on. i then go and lay on top of him. he laughs.
"i don't get mad when you grab my ass." i say looking at him. he raises and eyebrow
"lies." he says
"your so annoying." i say rolling off of him to the other side. i sit up
"you love me tho." he says and i laugh. i studio his face a little and realize he looks a bit sleepy. but he slept till like, 11 in the morning. and it's not like a weed sleepy. it's hit me
"did you take a xan?" i ask. he closes his eyes
"diego." i say upset.
"don't freak it was just one." he says
"don't freak? you've been clean for months. why all of a sudden did you take them?" i ask
"you know why arli. my anxiety gets the best of me sometimes." he says.
"what's giving you anxiety?" i ask
"a lotta shit. music. my fans. personal life. shit like that." he says and then shrugs
"i only took it once. i just needed to relax." he says. i cup his cheeks and lean down and kiss him. he instantly kisses back, his hands falling to my hips. i pull away and look at him.
"don't take them again ok? if your stressed or something, come to me first." i say. he nods
"i don't want you to take a fake one or take to many and die." i say. he nods again
"don't just keep nodding. saying something." i say smiling. he smiles
"damn."
