"Kiki, can you please hand me that duct tape over there?" Dreu asked his lovely girlfriend. Kieko sat on the sofa, the only piece of furniture that wasn't packed up in their tiny apartment. She reached for the silver tape, placing it in her boyfriend's hands. "You excited?" He unrolled the tape, securing the box.
"Bae, do we have to move?" Kieko pursed her lips, already irritated even though they hadn't even stepped foot in California, and Dreu knew this. With all the crap going on with Dreu's baby mama and moving across the country, Kieko's madness was the last thing he needed to bring him down.
"We don't got to move down there pemanetly, but I would like if we did. Just so you know, we ain't hustling back and forth from Florida to California. I bet you going to enjoy yourself and you going to thank me once we get there." Dreu lifted Kieko's chin, and she couldn't help to smile.
"Alright. But promise me that when we move, yo' crazy ass baby mama don't come along with us. You know how I feel about her coming near me. You lucky I haven't killed her yet." Kieko walked to the kitchen, getting an apple and then quickly came back.
"You gotta chill on her, Kiki. That's the mother of my son. Whether I like it or not, until one of is six feet under, we're banded for life. You gone to have to get used to her. Now I'm not sure if she'll you know, move to California just to irritate me. But if that's what has to be done to see Zavier.."
"Chill on that shit, Dreu. Let's finish packing up and then get something to eat." Kieko sighed, tying her thick, curly hair into a ponytail.
Kieko
I am so fed up. First Dreu tells me that we moving from Florida all the way to gotdamn California for him. He acts like I don't got a future as well, and it's all about big shot from Orlando, Florida, Dreu Taylor! That was enough on my plate. I had my whole life planned out to spend here and plus, my entire family lives here. I don't know nobody in California.
And now to tell me his whack ass, lizard neck ass, square head ass, marker eyebrow ass, fried ass, turkey lookin ass baby mama might be coming with us ain't helping shit. Last thing I need on my plate is that bitch.
Right now Dreu and I are in the car on our way to Benihana's, just trying to grab some seafood and get outta there. "Kiki, I'm sorry." I could tell he was apologetic, but I was going to use this as a 'get out of jail' card. This one really will last me. So I ignored him, and scrolled through Instagram. He sighed, facing the windshield as we got closer to the parking lot of Benihana's.
He got out of the car as soon as he parked and opened my door. I had to be a polite young lady and sayh thank you, so I mumbled that under my breath and we walked together inside. "Can you please talk to me, baby?" He bent down so he could really look at me in the eyes. I can't do that without smiling so I turned away and he used his big fingers to turn my head to face him. He then leaned in for kiss, and I couldn't decline.
He was so charming. I cannot stand being mad at him though. He's one of those people that can make you change your opinion on something in the shortest amount of time."I love you Kieko Acaria Solevant." He pecked me again, wrapping his big arms around me.
"I love you too." I couldn't help but have a huge grin spread widely across my face. He was my everything, as much as I hated to admit it.
