INCOMING FACETIME FROM
POTENTIAL BOO !
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"i told you not to call me," zakia couldn't hide her smile, making sure her phone wasn't getting wet as she propped it up. as she leant back in the warm water, she made sure the pile of bubbles covered her upper chest.
zion shrugged, "i got bored,"
"you just performed for like five hundred screaming fans," she wondered how he could be so bored.
"yeah," he dragged, getting comfortable in the hotel bed. "they don't compare to your company though,"
"cause' they are amazing and spend hundreds of dollars to see y'all ugly asses. me? i could never," she joked, rolling her eyes.
"cause' your broke as fuck, but i like that about you," zion joked as well, watching her jaw drop.
"shut up," zakia couldn't think of anything, revertinf back to the two wordd she seemed to use most. "anyway, how was the show?"
"amazing as always. i highkey got sick, but the fans really wanted us to come out so i did,"
zakia frowned, "my poor baby," she swished the water aeound with her hands, then noticed how her fingers began to shrivel up. "call me back in like thirty minutes so i can get dressed and stuff," she told him.
"nah, it's not like i haven't seen you naked," he winked. it was semi true.
"nigga, you seeen me in a bra and panties. ol' thirsty ass," she shook her
yellow curls.
"quit killin' my vibe," he smacked his lips.
while making sure she wasn't exposing anything, she laid her phone face down on the sink so he could no longer see her. "i'm about to get dressed so enjoy this black screen,"
she stepped out the tub, releasing the drainer as well. she grabbed her towel and dried herseld off to the best ability.
"i know i just seen you, but a nigga is lowkey simpin'," zion confessed. "lile i have my boys with me, but your vibe is just too different from anyone else," he admitted.
zakia smiled widely even though he couldn't see, "i miss you too," she cooed. "y'all are almost done with tour, fly me out to los angeles one time,"
"i was already planning on it,"
zakia slipped on her panties and her sports bra. she set the camera back up, seeing his eyes slightly closed probably dosing off to sleep.
she took the time to lotion up, deciding not to say anything. afyer doing so, she slipped on a large t-shrit and grabbed her phone to go jump in the comfort of her bed.
"why do you have a towel on your head?" and just that quick, she forgot he was even on facetime.
"it helps not dry out my hair," she mumbled, scrunching the soaled towel. "you should try it," she lowley threw shade.
zion ignored it, "i'm thinking about dying my dreads like bleaching them blonde for next tour,"
"all the way platinum?"
he nodded, "it would be dope as fuck and different because what canadian nigga has platinum blonde dreads thats relevant?" he boasted.
zakia laughed, "well when you finish tour, come to me and i'll do it. i was thinking i should go red," she had been wanting to switch her hair up for a while now, maybe even cut it.
"hell yeah," he scrunched his brows, imaging the girl with fire ass red hair, "i'm into that,"
"i don't need your validation," she smirked.
zion smacked his lips, "listen little girl," he started, sitting up on his elbows, "i'ma need you to chill with the attitude,"
"or what?" she challenged.
"next time i see you, we gone' see what,"
"yeah ri-" she was cut off by nick's face popping up which also meant he had to of snatched zion's phone.
"hello miss. zakia," he greeted, a lazy smirk in his face.
she returned the look, "hey best friend,"
"best friend? you haven't called, texted or facetimed me. how am i supposed to be your best friend,"
"you don't answer!" zakia fought back. and it was true. before their show, she had sent them all a goodluck text and only three of them answered back. edwin and nick weren't in that group.
"nigga! gimmie' my girl back,"
"in my defence, i thought i responded but i texted sombebody else and then completely forgot,"
"see!" zakia was shocked, "you forgot about yoir own best friend. now how does that sound?" she frowned playfully.
"don't put the blame on me, i'm on tour,"
"it takes a minute tops to send a good enough, two sentence paragraph,"
nick rolled his eyes, "alright i'm caught up," he admitted. "here goes your whiney ass boyfriend, but text me though. i promise i'll answer,"
"pinky promise?"
"pinky promise,"
