She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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After I took AJ home to get washed and ready for tonight, I went home as well.

It was around 6:30 when I was completely ready and shot AJ a text telling her I'm on my way. I dressed simple today; grey shirt, black jeans and a black cap.

When I pull up in front of AJ's place and honk the horn, she comes out, but held her three year old son in her arms. She, too, had on a black cap. But her shirt and pants opposite mine.

Also, her sleeves were gone and I'm like, "Did this kid do like 40 more push ups before she got ready?" She listened to me, but apparently only heard "Look daddyish" and not the "don't overdo it."

Camila would have a fit and a baby after nine months.

No homo, though.

(I know Kid's a girl, but if I wanna say "No homo" then I can! I'm grown, goddammit!)

She approaches the car with her kid, staring at me with his wide eyes. I smile at him awkwardly, waving a bit. He squints at me and shakes his head, "No, don't wave at me."

I was taken aback by how deep and raspy his voice was for a toddler. He also had a very noticeable lisp as well. "Do you mind taking me to drop him off at my dad's house?"

I shrug, "Fine by me. Jasmine's booster already back there." AJ smiles and nods graciously, walking on the other side to put him in the car.

The little boy stares at me in the rearview and I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little intimidated by him. I mean, his eyes are huge and mischievous as fuck. No doubt that li'l nigga a bad ass.

"Quieres ver abuelito?" She asked him and he turns to her and nods. "Yesth," she straps him in and closes the door before coming around to the passenger side.

"My fault for springin' this on you, Pebs," she says, putting on her seatbelt. "No worries, man. S'all cool," I hit her stomach with the back of my hand before pulling off.

"And I said don't overdo the daddy shit," I joke.

She gives me the address then looks down at her outfit, "What you mean? This subtle."

"As opposed to you usually dress? You look like Richard from CNCO. You're seducing Camila, not Jesy," I hit her again, laughing.

"Lookin' like Joel, face ass. You're seducing Ally, not Jade," she countered. I glance at my wardrobe and hold back a laugh.

"I jive do, don't I?" She shrugs, "Guess we CNCO?"

"More like DOS," I joke lamely. She raises an eyebrow then turns around to look at her son. "You good, mijo?" The toddler turns from the window to look at his young parent and nods.

"'Lito? I go wit 'lito?" She chuckles, "Yeah, you go with 'lito, baby boy." The boy returns her smile, but when he sees me in the rearview, his smile drops dramatically.

"No, don't smile at me," he demanded. I glance back at him in fake hurt, "Really, Louie?"

AJ laughs beside me, "Damn. Got told by a baby, man."

I chuckle lightly, "The kid really lives up to his nickname."

We drop Louis off at AJ's dad's house then made a u-turn to go to the girls'. On the way, AJ hooked up her phone on the aux and we jammed to Backshot by Spragga Benz (up top) and Pretend by CNCO.

Ironically, she sung, Richard and Joel's parts and I had Chris and Erick while we both did Zabdiel's part. Kid lowkey got vocals.

We finally get to their house, blasting Pegao.