"Even though you ain't mine, I promise the way we fight
Make me honestly feel like we just in love
Cos baby, when push comes to shove
Damn baby, I'm a train wreck too.
I lose my mind when it come to you."
Boyfriend~ Ariana Grande and Social House
"Honestly? Fuck you and Maggot!" She yelled at him, "If I told sis about about your whereabouts when she not there, yo ass is fucked just like mine was last night!"
"Stop bullshittin', I ain't fucked your ass. That's not even my style. So who the fuck you been with?" He yelled back.
"You put it in the wrong place and I ain't stopped you cos you clearly don't fucking listen, and it felt good." She shrugged, throwing shoes and clothes at him afterwards. "I'm sick of yo shit. You fucking around with that dingy hoe and still in my face?"
"Can you calm the fuck down? It's not even that deep." He looked at her in disbelief. As a scowl took over her features, he couldn't help but still believe firmly, she was the most beautiful asshole he'd ever seen.
And even though his pale cheeks were flushed red in anger and frustration, she still wanted to ravish his fine ass. "Who the fuck you telling to calm the fuck down?" Her arms crossed, as she rolled her neck and tilted her head.
"You! The fuck?" He retorted, looking at her like she was stupid. He turned his back and ran a hand through his hair and over his face. "Why I put wit yo crazy ass?"
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you told the hoe you weren't interested. Now look at you... dating the bitch. What the fuck about me? You pursued me and you still pursuing me." Although they'd calm down, they were nearing the breaking point, scratching the surface of saying 'fuck it' for the night.
"Cos, even though I love you, I'm not ready to be with you." He turned to her and huffed, knowing exactly what was about to fly out her mouth.
"But you ready to be with the Remy from ratatouille? You dumb as fuck. Get the fuck out my face, I'm done." She rolled her eyes and shooed him off with a hand.
He slowly approached her, her being resistant at first, but not fighting him off as their lip connected to one another, her wrists on his hands. "I fucking hate yo dumb ass." She muttered as she felt him blindly lead them to her room. "I fucking hate yo stubborn ass too." Falling back to the bed that he found by the countless times they've fought and made up.
Royalty Adams and Brandon Arreaga, a match made straight from hell. The pair didn't know if they loved each other more than they hated or vice versa. The only thing they knew was they absolutely couldn't imagine nor could they ever live a life without each other. And it's been like this for about two years.
They're phones rang simultaneously, Brandon's being with Maggie, his girlfriend of some sort, and hers being with Skies, her friend kinda sorta. They collectively looked at their phones and looked at each other. "I won't answer if you won't." He proposed, her glancing at her phone.
"I'll decline the call if you will." She proposed, him nodding. "Ready, set, go." She told, and both pressed the red button.
"Fuck, she's calling again." Brandon muttered, hugging a bit. He looked to Royalty for guidance.
"If you answer the phone imma moan so fucking loud." She warned, watching her phone buzz as Skies sent a text.
"What the fuck do I do?" He asked, Royalty brushing him off to text Skies back. "Royalty!" He called. "Oh my God, this that shit I'm talking about." He huffed as the call dissipated. "If it don't concern you, you ain't bothered, wit yo selfish ass." He rolled out of her bed, calling her back, making Royalty snap her head to him as he got redressed.
"I know you fucking lying!" She scoffed, "I'm not yo girlfriend or yo momma. I don't have to do shit for you but fuck and suck yo dick. And not even that." Brandon waited for Maggie to pick up her phone, ignoring Royalty as he slipped his shirt back on. "Bitch, I know you hear me. Brandon!"
"Hey baby. My finger slipped and then I dropped my phone and couldn't find it for a bit. I swear I didn't mean to hang up the phone." He smoothly lied, walking out the door.
She rolled out of bed and slipped on a shirt and panties, going after Brandon. She gave him a warning, one only he could hear. "If you don't put the phone down, imma snatch you bald headed."
"Yeah babe, I can swing by in a hour." He tested, grabbing his keys and walking towards the door.
She threw several heels and some of his tennis shoes, at his head as she called Skies back. "Hey, you. My bad bout earlier. Come over so I can make up for it."
Brandon stopped in his tracks as he turned and saw her on the phone with a smirk. "Yeah, I'm bout to leave the crib now. Imma call you as soon as I'm there." He hung up the phone before she could say something. "Royalty Adams, I know you fucking with me."
"Just one question Skies, blue, red, or black tonight since you've already seen the white... better yet, how about nothing?" She licked her lips, Brandon flushing red. "I gotchu. See you in a few."
Brandon halfway didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him aggravated, so he simply nodded as she hung up the phone. "And you wonder why I'd rather date her over you." That was salt in her wounds and she bucked her head back. That hurt.
"Yet you the one cheating." She retorted.
"Yeah. But you just sex to me anyways. Your head game needs work, and it's average, Royalty. But because I know you'll always give it to me, I always come back." Even though they both knew he was lying, it didn't hurt any less, hearing those words come out his mouth.
"Get the fuck out." She muttered, signaling that he won this round. He hurt her more this go around. He walked out and they both took a deep breaths to figure out why, despite the shit they say to one another, would they never leave each other alone. Why was it so hard for two people to quit hurting each other? And why would they grown asses be so childish about it?
If you haven't caught on by now, Brandon is hood asf, the most nigga-ish in this book. And I'm kind of excited to see how this goes.
But yeah. It's mainly a Brandon thing here.
The songs used that will be used will range from old school, to newer shit btw.
Until next time 👋🏽
