~Storm pov~
I was home playing my music the carters I got up and did a dance a bit. I loved the whole album I think I know every song by heart.
I heard the doorbell go off who the hell was at my door? It's Monday afternoon.
I walked to the door and opened it slightly to see Sincere.
"Baby mama! Missed me?" He said busting through the door pushing me out the way. I looked at him.
"Why the fuck you in my house?! Get out!" I yelled
"I like when you yell like that shit sexy" he said
I looked at him and rolled my eyes "why aren't you in school?" I asked him
"I didn't feel like going" he said
"Please get out" I said rubbing my forehead
Sincere took a seat on the couch, yeah curly head ass nigga learned his lesson.
I sat in my spot and looked at Sincere as he was changing my music to music my brother and nipsey listen to.
"Okay I didn't invite you in my house and definitely not to change my music." I said
"You gonna like it, it's your brother type of music" he said
"I know when I listen to it I think I be flipping he bricks and fucking these bitches but in reality I don't" I said
Sincere laughed "what's wrong with you?" He asked me
"A lot" I said smiling
Sincere rolled his eyes at me he better not do that anymore because that was honestly so cute.
"Ight what you wanna listen to Cardi B." He asked me
"Nah meek mill or something, here give me the remote" I said
He gave it to me and I put in kash doll here I go. That song was fire and it was a whole mood.
I played it and Sincere nodded his head to it. "I see you like diss songs" he said
I laughed "because these girls love beefing with me so the songs be talking to me" I said
Sincere laughed "I think you like slow songs like kehlani, sza and them" he said
"I do, I like all music to be honest I like trap, singing and rap." I said
"What's your favorite song?" Sincere asked me
"Kehlani the letter" I said
"Why?" He asked me
"I think she made that song for her mother and that songs touches home for me I cry every time I listen to it." I said
"Damn that's deep, what did happen to your parents?" He asked me
"Um I'm not ready to talk about that right now" I said
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