Let me love you || JM

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Miracles POV

"How much food is in here?"I ask Jackson, popping my head out of the fridge to look at him. 

"I have no idea, I just helped pick out the food. "Jackson says. "Wanna make spaghetti?"

"Omg yes!"I clap my hands together. "I miss your spaghetti."

Jackson laughs while he walks to another cabinet. "Yeah, me too."

I close the door fridge and hop on the island and sit on it, swinging my legs while I watched Jackson make his famous spaghetti.

"Now, it's 11 people plus 2 more that will be 13, so this would be enough for everyone."I heard Jackson mumble under his breath while he cooked.

The kitchen door burst open and two boys that I've never seen before came in laughing with Jason and Grayson. The two unfamiliar boys stopped laughing and looked at me with a smirk on their faces, they both turned around to look at Jason  then me again.

"Ah, so this is the lady."one of them spoke.

"The lady I'm proud to call my girlfriend."Jason says coming towards me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Mar, this is Za and Ryan. One of my closest gang members. "

"Hi, nice to meet you."I smile.

"Sup girl."Za winks and takes off his SnapBack, before putting  it on again.

"Hey hey, girly."Ryan says, pinching my cheek and going over to sit at the end of the island.

"Girly?"Jason laughs while he turns around to look at Ryan.

"Don't girls call each other 'girly'?"Ryan asks.

"Sometimes, but it's when we have some tea to tell you."I explain.

"Tea?"Jackson asks, turning his head to look at me.

"You guys give each other tea and call each other that?"Za asks.

"Let give you the definition for tea."I say hoping off the island. "Tea; a soft beverage made in the U.K, another definition; drama."

"Ohhhh."they all say, meaning they understand.

"So you tell each other drama?"Jason says.

"Yeah, it's a code for drama."I grin.

"Mar, can you get me the garlic?"Jackson asks, turning his head around to look at me.

"Sure."I shrug. "Where is it?"

"In the fridge."he says.

I walk to the fridge, openings and scattering around to find the garlic. When I do, I close the double doors.

"Jackson catch!"I say, and throw it. Jackson quickly turns around and catches it before it could land on the floor or somewhere else.

"Jesus, Mar. No throwing food in the kitchen."Jackson shoots me a death glare.

Jackson never liked me throwing food around the kitchen. He thinks it's not 'lady-like' or 'not a good idea'. He says accidents could  which I think it's pretty dumb.