"I bought a motorcycle." Jah randomly said, playing with one of his dreads.
We've been on FaceTime for over an hour.
"Boy, you already got the bat mobile, fuck you want a motorcycle for?" I joked as I cradled Jamal in my arms.
"To look cool, Kilani, to look cool." He chuckled. "Tank took a picture of me, lemme send it." He said making his image go 'paused'.
My phone made a 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 and '𝘑𝘢𝘩🤤 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 ' popped up on my screen.
"Who texting you?"
"You, you dumbass." I snorted. "You forgot I'm not allowed to go out? Who'll text me?"
I clicked on the notification.
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Jah🤤:
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I gasped. "No way."
"What?" He asked curiously.
"There's been this video on Instagram of some dude riding a motorcycle and like he can't ride it well enough yet so when the light turns green, the bike falls over." I laughed. "I kept thinking. Why do I find this man to sexy?"
"Mhmm, get to the point." He seemed irritated.
"Bruh its yoouu!" I continued my laughing as I sent him the video.
"Bruh what?" He tapped his screen.
He kissed his teeth. "That shit ain't funny."
"Awww baby. Stop acting so butthurt." I cooed. "You looked so sexy."
"Looked? I don't look sexy now?" He sniffled.
"You know damn right I'd suck you dry, my guy." I stuck my tongue out.
He busted out laughing.
I giggled along with him. Jamal was already passed out. Poor baby, we came back from the mall 2 hours ago and he was nonstop playing with the plushie. Just punching it and talking to it.
Children stuff.
Sora was asleep on the floor beside the bed, I had brought up his dog bed, I didn't want to leave him alone downstairs, my grandma ain't home yet.
