Left on the Floor

~Chapter Seven~

*Trey's POV*

Today I was going over to Cheyenne's house, well her dad's house. She said, if we were going to be best friends, we had to get to know each other. My stupid ass just had to call her my best friend.

I rung the loud ass doorbell and soon enough, Cheyenne swung the door open. She had on some black leggings, a white, v-neck, t-shirt with a red flannel shirt wrapped around her waist. Her ass and titties were on point. Her hair was up in a bun and she had on black and red Jordan 11's.

"Hey!" she said interrupting my thoughts.

"Wassup." I walked into the house and observed everything I saw. "Damn, what is your dad a drug dealer or some shit?" I asked. This house was big as shit.

"No, he owns his own company." She laughed. "He tells me what they do all the time but I never listen to him."

"Well whatever he's doing, he's getting paid!"

"Come on, I'm watching tv in the family room." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into what I'm guessing was the family room. There was this big projector screen pulled down and some tv show was on. I remember when I used to have one but Travis knocked it down when we were younger.

"So how does this work?" I asked.

"What?"

"This whole getting to know each other thing."

"Oh, I don't know. I guess you can ask me a question and I'll ask you a question." she laughed.

"I guess, if it works for you." This girl is crazy.

"Well I already know we both love ham and cheese sandwiches. You love basketball. Your dad is a famous athlete. Um, oh! I got one. When's your birthday?"

"May 25. What about yours?"

"November 12. Oh you're a Gemini. That explains so much!"

"Whatchu mean?"

"It explains you being so flirtatious and how you like smashing so many different girls."

"I don't believe none of that shit." I laughed.

"Well you being a Gemini makes sense for everything now. But what's your favorite color?"

"Red. Yours?"

"Purple."

"Chy, this is dumb." I said.

"I know but you were the one who said you was my best friend."

"Yeah, I know, but we'll get to know each other over time. We can't just jam this information into each other's head and call each other best friend. If I'm gonna be your best friend, like a real best friend, it's gonna take time."

"Yeah you're right, I don't know what I was thinking." she laughed faintly.

"We might as well watch a movie or something. I'm not going all the way back home and I drove out here."

"Sure, what do you wanna watch?" she asked getting up and going over to a cabinet that had shelves full of DVDs.

"Anything that's not a chick flick."

"Well, my dad has all of the Fast and Furious movies. Or we could watch Hangover. He has Think Like a Man too."

"You got Tokyo Drift?" I asked.

"Yeah, that one's my favorite." she pulled the DVD off the shelf and put it in the DVD player. She skipped the previews and went straight to the movie.

She grabbed a blanket that was thrown over the arm of the couch and wrapped herself in it.

"Damn, what if I was cold too?"