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Taymor

As soon as I walked in the house I took out my phone to check for any messages from Kentrell. I could see already that he had sent a few.

Lil Shayaa 👿
Sorry about my nut ass brother he do too much

Lil Shayaa 👿
Ugly ass >:(

Lil Shayaa 👿
Text me when you get home

i ain't trippin on it

you can make it up to me
by ft me tho

Seconds after my message was sent, Kentrell read it. He didn't type a message back, my face popping back up at me as his video call came through. I walk up the stairs, answering as soon as I reached the top step. Kentrell had his phone propped up against he table and he was picking things up off the ground.

"What you doing?" I call out to him.

"Cleanin' my room, somethin you probably don't do." He says as he balls up a piece of paper and tosses it out of my view. I smack my lips at him, watching as he smiled at me and stood right in front of his phone.

"Aight, bow-legged ass-"

"And you nappy headed, next issue." He says, bucking his head at me playfully before beginning to laugh.

"We gone do somethin 'bout that attitude, lil boy." I cheese, not being able to hold in my smile. I could hear Kentrell laughing to himself while crouched down out of my view.

"Oh? Are we?" He scoffs. He lifts his head up, resting eye level with the camera. His soft brown eyes stared back at me, his thumb pulling his lip down away from his white teeth. "And what are we gonna do about it?"

"You don't need to know ," I counter, "But best believe I'm putting that lil ass in check."

"Lil ass? Bye, I got cakes." Kentrell rolled his eyes, folding his lips into his mouth as he held in a laugh. At this point I was in my room laying across my bed with my shoes off, all my attention on my phone screen.

"You got pancakes." I mutter, instantly beginning to laugh at my own joke. He straight faced me, slightly poking his lips out. Then he jumped up, standing up and turning around. He turned his head around and stood on his toes to get his butt into the camera.

"Look, you gone tell me my booty don't sit nice?" He asks, twisting his body and moving his hips around. I can't lie, Kentrell's body is attractive. I've always loved a long legged, giraffe built nigga.

"It's aight-"

"Aight? What you mean aight?" He turns back to me, his arms crossed across his chest. I shake my head at him.

"Nah wait, I ain't get a good look at it. Turn back around." The frown on Kentrell's face turned around, and not long after his body did also.

"It's little but it jiggle." He blurts, sticking his tongue out and smacking his ass with his hand.

"Ain't shit move." I snicker, watching as he stomped his feet angrily.

"I ain't finna play with you. I know you see this. Taymor look! Look!" He yells at me, arching his back and poking his ass closer to the camera.