Imagine:
It was the middle of the afternoon. Like every weekend, you were found on the couch watching recordings of Maury from the week. It was hilarious to you, but Princeton, no. He walked into the room and plopped down next to you flipping through his notebook.
Princeton: Guess what!
You: *turns up tv* What?
Princeton: Wow.....Let me see the remote.
You: No?
You laughed at his face and saw he was beginning to get frusterated. When Princeton wanted something, he would expect to get it right then. You threw the remote at him so he wouldn't fuss. Princeton turned the TV off and turned to you beginning to get excited.
Princeton: *smiles wide* I wrote you a little something.
You: Really babe?! What's it about?
Princeton: It's about my babyyyyyy.
You: *hesitates*.. Ha,ok Prince.
Princeton: *squeals* Yeah,ok,ok. Give me a beat!
The both of you tried your hardest not to giggle while you started a beat ontop of the coffee table. He cleared his throat and began to bop his head to get into it.
Princeton: *rapping* I'm sitting with Y/N, yeah she's my number one girl; Got all the girls hating, got them sick, they wanna hurl; I don't blame them, cause she's the one; Always shining like the sun; I hope after I finish, we'll go upstairs so I can get some; OHHHHHH!!!!!!
You: Oooooo! You wanna hear my freestyle?!
Princeton: Sure :))
You: Okay okay here I go. *raps* Princeton thinks he's getting some because he wrote a rap; But what he doesn't know is that it's Roc I wanna tap.
Princeton: .......
You: I was kidding ._. I swear.
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