"Can you handle it, if I go there, baby, with you? I can handle it, I can go there, baby, with you (Oh, I hear you talking, babe) Can you handle it, can I go there, baby, with you? We gon' set it off, we gon' tear it up Baby, can you handle?" ••••• Leon x Carmen
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••••• Carmen.
Knocking heavily on the door, Carmens hand returned to her pocket as she waited patiently for someone to answer the door.
She was on a mission.
A few seconds went by before the door opened, revealing Victor, one of Leon's line brothers.
Alpha Phi Alpha rested proudly on his black t-shirt in gold letters.
"Ayee Minnie Mouse wassup?" Victor smiled, and she returned it. "You here to see Leon ugly ass? Or you finally came to see me?" He smirked, and she rolled her eyes.
"Now you know if Leon heard yo ass talking to Minnie Mouse like that he would shoot this house up. Let her in and let that girl be." George who was Leon's pro, said as he pushed Victor aside.
"Why do y'all call me Minnie Mouse?" Carmen giggled as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
"I don't know honestly, Troy started it." Victor shrugged, returning to the kitchen he was in previously.
George shook his head. "We call you Minnie Mouse cause your adorable. You just scream innocent."
"Oh." Carmen frowned.
He chuckled. "Don't read to much into it, it's not a bad thing at all. Leon's in his room, and he was playing the game last time I checked."
Carmen nodded slowly. "Alrighty, thanks G." She smiled brightly, before jogging up the stairs. She bit her lip nervously and inhaled deeply before knocking lightly.
No answer.
She knocked again before placing her ear against the door. She could hear DaBaby playing lowly in the room, and she shook her head reaching for the handle. He wouldn't care.
As she pushed the door open, she was faced with shirtless Leon with headphones over his head. Just as she suspected he was engrossed in 2k battle between god knows who. She rolled her eyes at the sight, shutting the door behind her and locking it.
She was standing there for five minutes and he still hadn't notice her. She pouted and threw her jacket onto his desk, making her way onto his bed. He was still zoned out, into the world of 2k20 that captured the attention of millions of men globally.
The game was no competition for women. If your man had the game, you should sue the company for pain and suffering.
An idea popped into her head and she crawled behind him and smirked as she placed her hands on his bare shoulder, message them.
