Houston P.O.V.
I woke up to Brenda staring at me. I covered my mouth and said "If you want to you can take a picture it'll last longer."
She laughed and said "Shut up I was thinking about something."
I quickly replied "About my sexiness I know or how I keep my hair so wavy."
She hit me with a pillow and said "Migo tu mucho feo - (My friend you are very ugly.) and I don't wanna know about your nappy ass hair."
"Hey what I tell you about speaking that jibberish you taco lover." I said while putting my hand in her face.
She narrowed her eyes and told me "Its not jibberish its Spanish so shut up I don't complain when you and your mama speak that Jamaican shit and I don't even like tacos you racist immigrant."
"Immigrant? You the one without a green card though and-" Before I could finish there was a knock at our door. I went to answer it and there she was with that beautiful skin and those big hazel eyes.
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