Hello, so I haven't updated because high school is kicking my ass.
^^those are the outfits of the family. Instead of me rambling, I'm going to let you read.
Uhhhh, the first part might be rather confusing but this means it is the song lyrics. Idk, I just semi-edited this in between my homework. Next is Tryouts...
It's semi-long too
Oh and that song is the first song they were singing
I think this chapter aint all that good but it's a filler anyway
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Getting woken up by Cole would've been peaceful if he wasn't screaming in my ear talking 'bout
I can't get you off of my, out of my mind
I'm sayin' stop playin', girl, you out of line
Couldn't erase these feelings even if I tried
You stay on my mind
Thinkin' about you
Yeah, thinkin' about you
You stay on my mindI swatted him away from me only for him to pick me up and hummed along to the song blasting through our speakers. I looked towards the TV only to see it was 4 in the motherfucking morning, I know good and damn well this boy did not. He shifted me a bit causing my (His) shirt to ride up and expose my lace clad ass. The breeze being the pervert it was shuffled over it causing me to shiver.
The song change to Don't tell Nobody and he gripped my thighs and lifted me higher letting our bare skin slide over each other. We swayed to the beat while he sang in my ear and I just let him. I knew my favorite part was coming but I let him sing out Jeremiah's part.
As soon as that was over I lifted my head and made eye contact with Cole. Even though I was 'bout tired as hell I can be able to rap along to my favorite parts.
Sick of this keep it on the DL shit
You say you with the bros when you out with a bitch
You say you at the crib when you leaving her place
I pull up to ya crib and you lie to my faceHe like "Baby, you my all and all
I was in the bathroom when I missed ya call"
Nah, you was in the backseat sweating like an athlete
Doing everything that you said you wouldn'tBut I ain't gon' trip on a weak ass nigga
I'ma just find me a nigga much bigger
I'ma just do the same shit that you do when I'm not up in the room
Yeah, baby, let's think
I'ma text Bryan, Facetime Ryan
Call up Keenan, tell 'em I need himNiggas ain't loyal, and I knew from the jump
When you showed me the ropes that I wouldn't never have trust for youYou creepin, I'm leavin, you call me, I pick up, I hang up
You text me, "Let's link up"
Then I just say fuck it, then we end up fucking
And you start up something I said I was done withThen it all repeats in the next 2 weeks
I'll be back on the same "I'm done" shit
If they only knew that I'd rather be loose
Man I'm tempted but I ain't gon'With some parts, I was mushing the shit outta Cole's head and each time this boy gave me an eye roll. But of course, I moved to the beat since it was the part pretty much everyone vibed too.
Then one of my favorite songs came on and Cole held onto me tightly while we started swaying. I connected my forehead with Cole's and flowed with him, keeping everything slient between us.
He pecked me on the forehead and laid us both down and turn down the music. He covered us with our thick ass cover and slowly rubbed my back. It was moments like these that showed me the real Cole instead of the one that everyone else sees. The one that randomly makes me do things that 'makes memories'. He may act like bobo the fool, but he is the fool that walked into my heart with our two 'kids' and made a place for himself and them.
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High School Project
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