"I'm selfish
I want you all to myself
I swear
You don't need nobody else
I swear
I want you all to myself"
Selfish~PnB Rock
"Are you seriously going to go see him?" Brandon had a look of pure disgust on his face. "He's a step down from Skyler and he don't compare to me." Royalty ignored his blabbering, leaning towards the mirror to apply lipstick.
"Royalty, deadass, I'm bout to clock you upside yo head. Don't ignore me." Brandon told. "Oh so you wanna test my fucking patience today?" Royalty popped her lips, grabbing glue to place on the lashes, blowing on it. "Royalty, I'm not about to play wit yo ass. Stop ignoring me." She places the lash on her lid, adjusting it and fanning her eye. "I'm bout to knock the lashes off yo ass." She placed the other, still ignoring him. Brandon nodded, turning her around forcefully, lips pressed to hers. She muffled something before melting away in his grip. He had her bent over the sink back mimicking the St. Louis Arch. "You gon stop ignoring me?" He asked her in a rough tone, pulling her hair back. "Fuck...you." She moaned, him continuing to destroy her until he couldn't anymore.
"I'm still going four eyes." She announced, putting an ice pack up her skirt. And sitting down. "Stop fucking with me." She giggled a little, "It's miraculous that you genuinely believe a bitch'll listen to you." Brandon pursed his lips as she continued. "We are not together cos I'm quote unquote spiteful as hell." Brandon groaned. "You are, but that don't give you a free pass to date other people." She let out a loud laugh, groaning in pain as the ice pack moved. "Then what the fuck was Magpie, B?" She yelled. "So we gon keep bringing that up?" He tested, making her roll her eyes. "It's your turn to suffer. Imma go on this date with Will with no panties." Brandon shook his head. "The hell you are."
Royalty squinted her eyes at him, as he sat at the foot of her bed. "I don't want you with anyone else but me." She snorted at him, "I, a single women, will do me until otherwise. Move." She pulled the pencil skirt down and slipped her heels on, going back to the bathroom to fix her makeup and hair. "Royalty, shut the fuck up." He grumbled, following after her and gripping her ass. "You always testing me." She pushed him away and looked at him with a hard glare. "Listen here Crash Bandicoot." She walked towards the door to exit the bathroom. "Listen. I know I ain't ready to commit but I don't want you to prove that either. I ain't fucking with anyone else, so neither should you." She snorted, "You mad dumb and selfish. Don't wait up, he's here." She looked over her shoulder at Brandon before placing a hand on the door knob. Seeing his puppy eyes almost made her cancel, but she rolled her eyes and walked out the door to her car.
Brandon waited, and waited, and waited. She came home with a smile, but alone, so he made his presence known. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! You scared me!... Didn't I tell yo Ben Frank ass to leave." Brandon shook his head. "I couldn't. I had to make sure you got home safe... you still got me blocked... bitch ass." She shoved him, "Nigga, who you talking to like that?" Maybe it was seeing her in that outfit or how her being pissed off was a turn on, but he was all over her within seconds.
Days past and B left to grab some more clothes to come back. By the time he got back, she had company. Will was over again. They sat on the couch, laughing a bit as he shrugged a bit. He motioned her close, her leaning to kiss her. "Royalty what the fuck?" Brandon called, making her groan loudly. "Imma bout to murder his Donatello lookin ass." Will laughed as she stood. "He ain't leaving so you can go the room and chill out." Brandon was close to popping her, but he just dropped his bag off by the door and went back to his car. "A nigga that listens. If only he did that a long time ago." She told, sitting back down.
Brandon sat in the car, answering his buzzing phone. "What?" He grumbled in an agitated voice. "Brandon? We need to talk!" Maggie yelled in the phone. "Bitch calm down. No we don't." He changed his tone for a nonchalant one. "Bitch? Who you calling a bitch, Brandon, cos last time I checked you were the one that cheated." Brandon rolled his eyes. "Then what you calling me for?" Maggie sighed, calming down a bit, "Cos I love you and I wanna make this work." Brandon groaned. "Just for me to continue cheating? Cos that's all imma do is cheat on you. You deserve better than what I can give you Cos Royalty the only one that deserve my all." Maggie was heard sobbing on the other end, Brandon rubbing his temple. He looked towards the door, seeing Will and her walking out, her allowing him to peck her cheek and forehead as he left. "Maggie I gotta go." He hung up, getting out the car, and following the one he truly wanted to be with.
"Royalty, I love you." He reminded. "Something that guy won't do is love you like me." She turned to him as he continued. "I promise you don't need nobody else. It can just be us, building trust and working towards something more solid. But damn, you know I don't you wit somebody else." She nodded, "I know. And you know how I feel. But lemme tell you how that ain't gon happen right now." Ignoring her, "Prove it. Show me you love me." He tested, her looking at with an unreadable expression. "Actually, B... you prove to me that you love me." And the two stood in front of each other, wondering what was going on in each other's mind.
"Put some clothes on, then... I want you to meet some people important to me."
"Who?"
"Mi familia, mi Amor."
