𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.. 

i woke up to music blasting from the kitchen.

"steph?" i asked as i rubbed my eyes.

i heard the song "coming in hot"  by lecrae and andy mineo.

steph's favorite song.

he was dancing in the kitchen while cooking scrambled eggs

i laughed as i watch him try to rap.

he's the whitest black man i've ever seen.

as soon as he saw me he turned down the music.

"sorry did i wake you up?" he asked.

"yea, but it's all good." i laughed.

he nodded.

"i saw you knocked out on the couch and the mess that was left here. so i decided to clean it all up and make you eggs. just a little way of saying thank you for a bomb ass party last night." he explained.

i laughed.

"thanks steph." i spoke.

"mhm. and i think i remember you in my room changing me? do you remember if i said anything my dumbass would say?" he asked.

i thought to myself for a minute.

about what steph told me last night.

"nope." i smiled.

"thank god." he said relieved.

"do you have a headache? you drank a lot yesterday." i asked.

"eh, i'm feeling better now." he answered.

i nodded.

"i'm gonna go to the mall with nailea today, if that okay with you?" i mentioned.

"which mall?" he asked.

doEs It MaTter?

"westfield mall." i replied.

"damn that mall ghetto as fuck. you sure you don't want me to company y'all?" he asked.

"it is? maybe we can handle ourselves." i responded.

"key word maybe. imma go, i really have nothing to do either." he shrugged.

"don't you have practice today?" i asked.

"honey, no. that's tomorrow." he laughed.

i rolled my eyes.

"fine you can come, just don't do any weird shit." i reassured.

he laughed then nodded.

he gave me a plate of the eggs he cooked.

and i'm not even gonna lie, they were pretty good.