dirty | collection of one shots.

2 am suprises

a 2am surprise in the morning, their night became nothing but boring.

"BOY, what ya want?" Asked Adamma on the other line of the phone call. She was trying to keep her voice straightforward, being sure to not show any emotion in her tone. That caused her Nigerian accent to slightly come out.

"I can't even call my own girl?" Keith chuckled, causing his girlfriend to roll her eyes. "What you up to, child of beauty?"

Adamma had to mute the phone call so she could squeal. Ever since her mother told Keith that her name meant 'child of beauty' he always managed to bring it up. And it killed her every single time he mentioned it.

"Better yet, what you doing my Nigerian princess?" He asked, and she knew that he was smirking.

"I'm hanging up," she deadpanned.

"Damn you, Adamma," Keith laughs, the sound so lovely to her ears. "Why do you always do this to me?"

"Keith, it's two am in the morning," Adamma giggled. "Why are you calling me so suddenly?"

"Are you hungry?" He suddenly asked catching her off guard.

Adamma looked at her phone frowning, then pressing the phone back to her ear, "Nigga what?"

"I asked if you were hungry," he repeated, some shuffling in the background.

"Why?" She questioned, her boyfriend was so strange sometimes.

Keith began to laugh childishly before proceeding to say, "So I can hand feed you this di—,"

"You're eliminated," Adamma hummed hanging up the phone call before he could even finish that sentence. She shook her head, tossing her phone to the side before focusing back on her school work that was scattered all over her bed. Then her phone started to ring again, and it was Keith calling. She answered it. "My dear Keith, do you got ya mind right?"

"M'sorry," he chuckled. "I was jus' kidding. But seriously, are you hungry?"

"Why are you asking me this when you're in Florida?" She asked flipping a page in her textbook. "And yes I'm hungry if you must know...pizza sounds really good right now."

"Bet," and just like that he ended the call.

Adamma sighed and placed her phone to the side. She was up staying late for this test coming up this week and she wants to pass it with a ninety percent or higher. This woman had very high goals set for her. And for her to become a nurse she had to know the material.

About five minutes later there was a knock on her door. Adamma—the one who freaks out at everything—grew very suspicious of who could be at her door at this time of night. She grabbed a baseball bat from underneath her bed, slowly making her way out her room towards the door of her apartment.

"Who is it?" She asked with a firm voice.

"Open up, it's pizza delivery," said the person in a very weird, and unfamiliar accent.

"Pizza delivery?" She frowned, then reaching for the doorknob and twisting it. "What the absolute fu—oh my god Keith!"

The carmel toned guy stood there with the biggest grin on his face—and he actually did come with pizza.

"Oh lord, come inside," Adamma dropped the bat on the floor to usher him in, closing the door behind him. "W-What are you doing here?"