*morning*
Dynasty pov:damn i just had a bomb ass dream I dreamed about winning an oscar and after i hoped in my range rover and met Chris in a five star restaurant. Yea but that was just a dream me and havent talked in a week who knows how many bitches he had fucked *smh* but hey let me do my hygiene stuff talk to you bitches later
Seeairrah pov: yaass i get my own mutherfuckin pov again... ha bitch well tell you wat im doing before dynasty comes and take over.. Well im downstairs cleaning the kitchen u kno trying to get on dynasty good side.. That bitch still mad like damn hoe u act like i fucked him if i wanted to i could of haha
Dynasty: *walks downstairs* goodmorning bitch *walks to the refrigerator and pour her some orange*
Me: clean that dish back *wipes the cabinet*
Dynasty: *look at me* ik bitch... did the mailman come yet my mom suppose to be sending $3,000
Me: yea he did * washinging my hands*
Dynasty: *walked outside*
Dynasty pov: ducky is a stupid bitch she of went to go get the mail like i can't live in this house with her her present really get on my nerves got me coming out the house barefooted and i just got out the shower... ion think I told yall wat im wearin.. well all i got on is a sports bra and some basketball shorts... well let me get this mail
Chris: ayyy * yells outside*
My thoughts: aww shitttt
Chris: *runs up to me shirtless* so u can't here me? *smiles*
Me: *grab the mail* no i actually i couldn't
Chris thoughts: fuck dynasty look so good why we stop talking again
Chris: havent seen you in a while *still smiling looking at me up and down*
My thought: damn why he got to have his shirt off and his basketball shorts on why the fuck he smiling he kno thats my weakness
Me: mmmmmmhmmm
Chris: well i came out here to ask u do u want to hoop and my garage
Me: *frowned* what we playing for?
Chris: *chuckles* clothes if i make a point u strip if u make a point i strip
Me: *smiles* u better be prepare to loose
Chris: ha well see *bite his lips*
Me: ight let me go put on some shoes *run in the house*
Chris: ight
