~Storm pov~
"Comet I'm going to Sincere house for a bit!" I yelled
"Ight!" He yelled sounds like he was banging the cakes, I hope Bianca gets pregnant with a little Storm.
I grabbed my hoodie and my bag and went outside. Sincere looked out the window and smiled.
"Damn girl you got the cakes out!" He said I spun around and posed.
Sincere laughed and so did I.
I got in the car and leaned over giving him a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and so did sincere.
"You good?" He asked me
"I'm much better but I'll tell you when we get to your place" I said to him
"Ight you ready to meet the family?" He asked
"Your family?" I asked him
"Yeah my sister, sasha, my dad, his sister and her son and daughter" he said
"I'm the worst person ever of course you have a family and I never asked about them I'm so selfish how do you like me?" I asked him
"Because you feel bad for not knowing them, when I think your parents are satan children" he said
I laughed "Alright let's go, good thing I got a change of clothes in here" I said
"Why?" Sincere asked
"I don't know" I said
Sincere laughed and shook his head at me.
We arrived at Sincere house to see everyone outside even Killa. Is that his cousin.
"Is killa your cousin?" I asked him
"Yeah and his name is Shawn" Sincere said
"Woah" I said
Sincere looked at me confused
"We're cousins Storm" He said
"Mhm weird" I said
Sincere got out his car and I did too. I followed Sincere as one of the little girls ran to him and hugged him.
"This is Sasha my little sister and my princess, sasha this is Storm" he said
"Hi, your very pretty" sasha said
I smiled "hi and you are beautiful god you look like sincere here" I said
She smiled at me and sincere out her down.
"Waddup ol man" Sincere said to his dad and man his dad was fine too.
"Wassup son who is this?" He asked looking me up and down.
"My girlfriend her name is Storm" Sincere said introducing us.
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