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*mature content* read at your own risk kids ðŸ¤
yall mad fake for not getting the last chap to 50 yet😴 but imma still update
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yasmin
I made myself comfortable on the couch, as the phone rang in my ear. I mumbled a series of curses as I was sent to voicemail for what seemed to be the fifteenth time.
"Wassup wit you girl? Huffing and puffing up a damn storm." the lady asked, making it her business to sit at the end of the couch where my feet were.
I took a deep breath, ignoring her presence.
"Cmon girl, talk to yo mama."
"Loretha please." I held my hand up in a stop motion.
"You fell out with that boy, ain't you?" she stared at me with a knowing look.
I ignored her.
"You still ticklish here?"
I let out a shriek followed by a fit of laughter as she tickled the bottom of my foot.
"Oh my God!" I laughed pulling my foot from her. "How did you know?"
"I'm your mom!" she spoke like it was obvious.
I deadass forgot.
"Right.."
"You wanna uh talk about it?" she seemed unsure of her words.
"About what?"
"What's got you messed up."
"I never said I was messed up."
"Girl you been cursing out the phone for bout 15 minutes now." she laughed. "I know it's the boy."
"His name's Melo."
"Melo." she nodded.
"We date." I don't know why I was telling her shit.
"Good for you. He's cute."
"Right?!" I laughed, as I fixed myself in a cris cross apple sauce position.
She smiled, "So what's the issue babylove?"
Babylove. The nickname brought me right back to my childhood. I low key missed that.
Naturally I explained the story to her, leaving out what was actually discussed between me and Rob and replacing it with school work.
