Kyra (Completed)

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Kyra

"What's your name? You all in my damn house and I don't know your name." He mumbled.

"So your offering me to stay here for four days, before you even know my name? You really are crazy." I said with a smirk.

Picking with Freckles was entertaining. No, I don't normally, steal spoonfuls of cereal from random men, who continuously drop crutches on the ground in my presence and offer me bedrooms.

He kissed his teeth. "Man, what the fuck is your name you crazy ass girl?" He repeated frustrated.

"Kyra."

He nodded. "Nice name, what does it mean?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. What type of question is that?"

He laughed. "I thought that's what your supposed to ask people with unique names."

"You mean weird." I corrected.

I hate when people wanted to say something, but fear of coming off defensive.That's like lying in my eyes. He wanted to say weird so he should have come out and just said weird.

He shrugged. "That too."

"What's your name?" I asked staring at him.

I was kinda mad, he found another shirt, but I wouldn't stay pressed long. He was funny and snappy. I liked that because I was snappy. I was full of comebacks.

"Cameron."

I nodded. "Cute. Can I call you Freckles?" I questioned with a smile.

He was deep into something on his phone but finally looked up at me, unamused. He was looking at me like I was stupid. "You can call me Cam."

I nodded. "Ok, Freckles." He kissed his teeth.

"You are something else girl."

Cameron

We were still on the couch. I was watching TV while she played some annoying loud ass game on her phone.

She had went home, took a shower and came back. I don't even know why I let her in. I offered her a place to sleep; not to chill when she's bored. I could give a fuck less if she's bored.

I love watching Martin, I had since I was a little nigga and her disturbing that was rubbing me the wrong way.

"You getting on my fucking nerves, go back in that room or something..." I muttered.

She glanced up and rolled her eyes. "Just for that, I ain't moving a damn inch."

"Please?" I was trying to play nice.

"Please?" She mocked before laughing loud. I scoffed. "Man, you are so impossible. It's fucking ridiculous!" She smile and shrugged.

I got up from the couch and jogged my my bedroom getting my headphones off my dresser. I never let anyone see these but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I sat them on her lap and she look up at me with a confused expression, picking up the headphones.

"They go on your ears." I motioned how to put them on and she kissed her perfect teeth.

"I know how to put headphones on you fuck face."

I chuckled. "Make use of them then."

She looked at them, twisting her arm to see all the details of them. "Are these fake? Fuck is up with you at this off brand shit. You a trunk shopper?"