I laid down on my bed. It really feels like months sense I've been in my own home. I've been spending most of my time with mikey. We've gotten extremely close. But no matter how hard I try, it seems as though nothings there.
Finally I drag myself out of bed.
A text alert sounds off
Mikeeeee🥰 what we doing today?
pambam🧸 ohhhh so it's 'we' now😭
Mikeeeee🥰 What kinda question😂 it's been 'we' for a couple of months, yk you ma dawg😈
pambam🧸 oh..yeah
Mikeeeee🥰 LMAOOO you sound hurt pam💀
pambam🧸 man bye, neva that😂 just meet at my house whenever, I'll be here🙄 Read 8:15 PM
"Now I know this nigga did not just leave me on read-" I said rolling my eyes not tripping about it.
"Sooo what am I wearing today?" I looked threw my closet, just wanting something comfortable.
"Ooo this would go nicely together." I picked out my outfit and laid it out while I went to wash.
"Do I have to wash my hair today? ig so." I had a mini tantrum as I pulled out my hair products.
It was a chill Sunday, and the day was going by so slow.
I hopped in the shower and washed my body and hair. I hate being natural sometimes.
After about 30 minutes I finally got out just in time to here a knock at my door, more like a couple of bangs.
"Michael if you don't cut the shit rn damn." I said lowkey annoyed.
As I opened the door he smiled. "Hey Pamela bamela, I missed you so very much."
"boy you just saw me three days ago, chill allat." I rolled my eyes walking back to my room as he followed behind me.
"What's with the attitude?" he said scrunching up his face.
"Ion got one."
"Yes the fuck you do, you better straighten all that shit out." he looked at me sideways quickly licking his lips.
Lawd...give me the strength
I gripped my towel tightly as I tried to find my words.
"Whatever." I finally spit out.
"Whatever my ass, get dressed so I can chill with you." his eyes wandered up and down my body before he turned around quickly and headed for the living room.
"awwww shit na." I smirked slightly, before slipping on my clothes.
I headed to the living room where he was laid out on the couch.
"Excuse me, I see a bitch ass nigga." I said putting my hand over my eyes and squinting.
"lil girl stop playin with me." he threw a pillow at me which landed right in my face.
"ow! aight bet that." I picked the pillow up and hauled it right back at him.
Which started a pillow fight. I ducked begind the sofa and crawled to the other side then pounded at him.
He then pulled my hair. "Shit. Stoppppp, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whined as he let go and I massaged my scalp.
"Yeah you better stop playing wimmie, I'm big dawg no caaaap." he said smiling.
I stuck up my middle finger.
I sat on the other couch and crossed my arms.
"Pammmmm"
"Pammyyyy"
"come here crybaby."
I reluctantly moved to where he was sitting.
"What michael?" I said still mad at him.
"I was just playing baby." I looked at him slightly blushing from him calling me that.
"Well it hurt."
"I'm sorry, what can it do to make it up to you?" He asked.
"Fooooood." I answered doing a lil dance.
I ran to get my keys.
He was already outside by his car when I went out.
"Did you lock the door?" He asked looking behind me.
"nah, it's cool though. I leave it unlocked all the time, this is a safe neighborhood."
"oh you trippin trippin?" he stared and started laughing.
"take my picture!" I posed on his car as he smiled at me.
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