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"Y/n hurry the fuck up I gotta pee," Stokeley whined. I rolled my eyes because I had just gotten in here.
"It's three other available bathrooms in this hoe," I remarked.
"But this one is the closest."
"Lazy ass bitch," I mumbled before flushing the toilet.
"Bruh I'm not finna wait for you to finish, unlock this shit." He started shaking the doorknob and I reluctantly opened the door for him.
"You are very irritating," I reminded him, putting soap in my left hand.
"And you're sexy but I keep my mouth shut, do the same." I laughed at his stupidity.
"I wonder what Saint would have to say about that..." I was referring to my boyfriend. He was asleep in his room, but Stokeley, being his best friend, slept over here just as often as me.
"He can't stop me from feeling that way." I was purposely taking longer to wash my hands because even though I shouldn't have been in here, Stokeley was interesting. I didn't talk to him very often but oddly enough, we were pretty comfortable with each other. But I think that's because our parents knew each other and had been friends for a while.
"Word?"
"Word," he agreed. "Shifting the topic though, how serious are you and my boy?"
I stale-faced him.
"What? A serious question!"
"Serious as a heart attack, Stokeley. What kind of ques-"
"Let's make a deal," he interrupted me. He took a piece of toilet paper to wipe his pee hole and it was funny yet surprising. I moved out the way for him to wash his hands and wiped mine on the towel hanging. When he was done, I sat on the sink, waiting for him to get to the point.
"Stokeley get to it."
"Oh my goodness you're making me nervoussss," he dragged out, burying his face in my neck. "No girl has ever been able to shy me away from looking in their eyes so I feel like a bitch right now," he mumbled.
"Why you nervous?" I asked him, genuinely curious.
"Girl I like you duh," he said, his face still in my neck.
"Well you better stop!" I laughed.
"Not a giver upper," he shot back.
"So the deal?"
"There really is no deal, I just want you..." He kissed me a couple times on my neck.
"Ski-"
"This don't even gotta happen often," he responded, sucking on my neck. This is so wrong.
