ice.//mj

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*knock* *knock*
"Hmmm?" I moaned turning in my sleep.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"What?" I mumbled burying my face in my pillow sleep.

*knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock*

"WHAT!?" I screamed off the top of my lungs snatching the cover off of me.

I sleepily stomped to my door pissed.

*kno—*

"What is it!?" I snapped thinking it's Trey but it appeared to be Michael who was lazily leaning against my doorframe with his fist in the air as if he was about to knock on the door again.

I stare at him in disgust, he was drunk out of his mind, high ass hell too. His red eyes met mine as he tried to stand up a little straighter.

"Lemme sleep in here." He said in his soft babyish voice.

I scoffed,
"No nigga my brother got a whole room and theres a couch in the living room"

"Trey passed out on the couch and yo brother room smell like feet and ass." He said with a plain look on his face.

I choked up a stifled laugh and rub my eyes tiredly.

"That's sounds like a personal problem."

"Beyoncé." Michael whined.

I shook my head,
"No you not coming in my room."

"Where ima sleep then?" He asked irritated.

I shrugged,
"Sleep on the floor."

He rolls his eyes kissing his teeth as he pushes past me making his way in my room.

I stood there shocked. I know this nigga did not!

I turn to him as he obviously made himself comfortable on my bed.

"No bro you gon have get up out my bed." I said getting mad.

I scoffed as he ignored me.

I snatched my pillow from under his head wacking him with it.

"Yo chill the fuck out girl." He snapped with his eyes still closed.

"No get out my room. I'm not playing." I growled.

"Make me get out." I hear him mutter.

I groaned annoyed with this idiot. I stomped over to my closet grabbing my fluffy purple blanket and snatched my pillow from my bed and went over to my huge bean bag that sat in the corner of my room and laid down.
I was not finna argue with Michael and I damn sure wasn't finna sleep in the same bed with him.
I shifted my body and got comfortable and drifted back to sleep.

••••

"Beyoncé wake yo behind up!" I hear my momma shout.

I lazily opened my eyes seeing my momma grabbing my dirty clothes hamper.

She glance over at me and smiles,
"There she is bout time you woke up."

"Mmmmm." I moaned rubbing my eyes.

I hear her chuckle.

"What time is it?" I mumbled.

"Girl it's 1:30 in the afternoon." She replied.

I squint my eyes sitting up. I did not mean to sleep in this late.

"Why you not in your bed anyway you like sleeping on your bean bag or something?" My momma asked.