Tough Love *COMPLETED*

Chap. 46 • "Hell Of A Nite"

Aya Weathers

"I'm never sleeping around any of y'all niggas again." I grumbled as I stretched my tired body in the street. After 14 long hours of irritation, we finally made it to Oregon. Of course, the ride here was a problem because none of the guys seemed to take into realization that I don't play about my sleep.

"Don't nobody wanna sleep by you no way." Chris argued.

"Stop the cap, Christopher. You know damn well you wanted to be all up under me. Y'all, Chris likes being the little spoon!" I exposed him.

"Nigga, no I don't. Miss me with that." He scoffed and waved me off, catching a lil' attitude.

"There's nothing wrong with being the little spoon, Chrissy. I like being the little big spoon." I gushed, recounted on the countless times that we slept together and I ended up being the big spoon, holding his much larger body in my frail arms.

"Whatever. I ain't never been no little spoon, I'm too damn big for that."

"But you have. There's nothing really wrong with it, Chris." I shrugged and kept my smirk plastered on my face.

"Fuck off." He crossed his arms, keeping his little attitude in tact.

"You love me." I latched onto his arm. He glanced down at me and tried to fight his smile, but I could see the red taking over his chiseled yellow face.

It's safe to say that Chris and I are officially back to our sort of best friend status. It's weird, it's like we vibe much better than from when we first met even after all that bullshit we went through. I really love this dude.

"Y'all gon' get married or what? Like I said, Chris you holding up the line." Johnny crossed his arms.

"I think I'll go with or what." I slung my large backpack on my shoulder and pulled up the handles on my suitcases.

"You're still my wife, though." He tried to peck me on the cheek, but I swerved hard, almost making him fall over.

"Is it too late to get a divorce?" I scrunched up my face.

"Most definitely too late. I'm pregnant." He hovered his hand over his stomach and placed the other on his back, acting as if there was another human being in there.

"Hell no. That shit ain't mine." I went along with his joke.

"This baby is yours, Aya!" He spoke in a feminine tone, rolling his neck and popping his gum dramatically. I couldn't contain myself any longer and burst into laughter, my eyes tearing up at the creases.

"Y'all are so weird, but it's cute somehow. Anyways, you're rooming with me, right, Aya?" Della asked, rolling up her suitcases towards me.

"Yeah. Can we go in? I'm getting kinda cold out here." I asked, bunching my shoulders together like it was supposed to help.

Johnny lead the way inside and we all followed to the receptionist desk. Tony slid up to the front, giving him the names on the booking. The receptionist opened a file cabinet and pulled out an yellow envelope, with smaller white envelopes in it.

"Della Hamby and Johnny Blaze." He handed an envelope to Johnny. I furrowed my brows and glanced at Della, who had the same expression on her face.

"Tacir Robertson and Lindsay Ducos." He handed another envelope to Tacir. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently, trying to pinpoint who was getting cussed out today. I would immediately say Chris, but Tony been tryna get us back together for a minute now too.

"Fefe Burgos and Lance Savali." He handed them their keycards.

"Christopher Brown and Aya Weathers." He handed an envelope to Chris, who had a smirk on his face.