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I smiled as I turned over and faced Marcell hiding my face under him so the sun wouldn't be shining directly in my eyes.

"Good morning gorgeous."

"You know it girl. I'm flawless." He snapped his fingers then wrapped his arm around me. "Morning beautiful."

"You sir, are something else." I said in between laughs. "Something else that needs to brush his teeth."

"Girl whatever. You love the stink."

"Nah, never that." Laughter erupted from my throat again.

I sat up so he could get out of bed. He ran his hand through my hair while I looked at him smiling. He leaned in to kiss me but I put my hand in his face to stop him.

"Pause. Toothpaste."

"Fine be like that. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

"Fat ass" I chuckled.

"Girl bye." He stood up and stretched showing off his muscled arms, chest and back and his 6 pack.

"Show off." I mumbled and stood up behind him pushing him to the bathroom and started my way through the hallway to the kitchen.

"Hey best friend." Davion and Brandon greeted me at the same time.

"Nigga she's MY best friend."

"Ha. You THOUGHT. She's mine."

"Nah. I've known her longer."

"So? She likes me more. I'm way cooler than you."

"Don't get your hopes up."

"Should I backup, rewind, and reenter so we can start this again?" I broke up their little argument with an amused smirk.

"Nope. You just have to set him straight and tell him I'm your best friend." Brandon looked at me serious as ever.

I looked over at Davion who was waiting for my response. He sat on a stool at the island. I looked over at his hair that glistened in the sunlight coming in through the window because of the water drops that sat in it.

Then I looked over at Brandon who stood leaning against the island. I admired his yellowish skintone, that resembled both mine and Davion's, his lowcut hair and his gorgeous blue eyes with long eyelashes. I can understand why so many girls have always wanted him but it's always been different with me. I don't like him in that way. Not even when we first met and all he wanted to do was kiss me under the play set on the playground at recess.

"Y'all both my best friends." I shrugged and started searching through their cabinets and drawers for cereal, and a bowl and a spoon.

The struggle of being in somebody's house and they don't tell you where nothing is.

"But you like me more. OK." Brandon smiled in satisfaction.

"Shes ain't even say that." Davion rolled his eyes.

"No denial either."

"Whatever man." Davion got up and headed out of the kitchen. "Enjoy y'all best friend time." He said over his shoulder.

I laughed as I sat down in his seat with a full bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Wassup." I looked up at Brandon who was just staring at me with a smirk on his face. "What?"

"Wassup with you and Marcell?" I rolled my eyes as his smirk stayed painted on his face.

"Nothing."

"Don't hold out on me. Best friends spill all the deets girl."

"Since when did you become a gossiping white girl?"