3rd POV
After about twenty minutes of hiding, all the lights shut off and Y/n assumed everyone was gone.
Normani sat up from resting her head on Y/n's lap. They both stood and Normani reached for Y/n's hand, kind of getting used to touching her.
Y/n smiled softly as she gripped Normani's hand and they walked out of the back room. They climbed over the counter and Y/n cleared her throat and nodded.
"HEYYYY!" She yelled and Normani gasped smacking her arm.
"You wanna get in trouble?"
Y/n glanced down at her and chuckled. "Do you hear anyone?"
Normani looked around and hummed.
"Exactly, let's go."
Normani's POV
Y/n dropped my head, lowkey making me sad, and started to feel along the walls.
"I hope your not looking for a lig-" I squinted as I was blinded by bright lights. "Y/n someone could see from-"
She quickly turned around and shook her head raising a brow. "Calm down, live a little yeah?"
I sighed looking into her eyes. "You're being a bad influence."
Y/n smirked and slowly backed away. "Hot right?"
I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Hell yeah."
Y/n chuckled. "Seriously though, chill. We're just two negros breaking and entering," she shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen with all the black privilege we have."
I laughed. "Wow, well when you put it like that why would I be worried?"
She smiled and, once again, held her arms out. "Great, now let-"
"Wait!" I smirked and spotted a camera. "Wanna dress up?"
She frowned. "What?"
"We don't want our face on camera right?" I nodded towards the camera across the room. "Let's put on some of those impossible to win masks."
Y/n looked over at the prize booth and gasped. "Fucking A Normani, let's go."
We jogged over to the prize booth and Y/n hopped the counter, me following close behind. "It has a lock on it."
I hummed and reached up pulling out my bobby pin and pushing her to the side. "What would you do without me?"
"Probably get arrested."
I chuckled and bent down putting the Bobby pin into the lock and wiggling it around. Y/n stepped closer to me as the hair that was once held back by the Bobby pin fell into my face.
Y/n reached forward and took the hair between her fingers moving it over my shoulder, softly brushing my neck in the process causing me to shiver slightly.
"You not slick." I whispered.
She chuckled. "I'm just helping you."
"Mhmm," the lock popped and I stood up straight. "Thanks for the help."
"Anytime, you ever need someone to keep all of your hair out of your face while you're doing certain..." she glanced at me as she opened the case. "Activities, you know where to find me."
I gasped. "Are you talking about me giving head?"
Her eyes widened as she looked at me and laughed. "Damn Mani, there's certain shit you don't say out loud."
