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Meeting him - 6lack

Y/n

"Yes that would be amazing, thank you so much Lucinda. Okay hun, bye." I hear my mum end her call with this "Lucinda". "So I got some news," she announces opening my door without any warning or knock. "I've recently reconnected and we're going away for awhile. You're house-sitting with her son." She explains excitedly. But like... Who does she think she is? Yeah she birthed me but house-sitting with a nigga ion know?! That's a massive stretch. "Funny how you think I'm gon do that." I say being bold, bold. "You gon o it because I say so. Until you are in labor for 6 days and give birth to an ungrateful 16 year old, you cant say shit. Hop on my level bitch. Now clean this room, I want it to be spotless when I get back from the shops." She scolds me and leaves. Clean the room? There's only like my whole closet on the floor but that's good because it gives me more room for new clothes. I put my ear buds I and listen to my drill rap playlist spicing up my chores.

some while later bitch

"Yo Y/n. I'm back," mama says smiling. She's calmed down which I good because she's like my best friend when we vibe, but when we don't... "When is your father going to call?" Mama asks me. My parents haven't split but my dad needs to move around a lot, like every three months, it was too hard for me to keep moving and being new. My dad is a missionary so he has to keep going. "Ion know ma, maybe later? Why do I have to house sit w some boy," I say shifting uncomfortably at the thought. "He's a smart, nice boy when I last saw him. you'll be fine," she dismisses me. "when did you last see him?" I ask wondering if it was recent and if so, when "when you were seven and he was ten," she calmly says looking down at her phone. "MA-" "Baby I got to go but I love you, stay safe and have fun," she smiles with a suitcase and rushes out the door. "The bitch planned this," I growl in annoyance. Might as well make the guest room ready since some nigga go walk into my home for who-knows show long.

i pull out fresh sheets form the laundry room and make the guest bed. I pull out lil decorations because why the hell not? 16:24 my phone says as I check the time. "Imma go showerrr," I playfully sing to myself ealking to my ensuite (is it just me who does this? Yes? Oop- okay bye). I play my current favourite song for one day by evermore and I bring out my alter ego, punk lover Alyanasha (I tried to make it unique so y'all won't be like 'thats my name' and if it is, boo bye ✌ ) I finish my shower concert and change into a striped long-sleeve, baggy nirvana t-shirt, chains, belt, choker, beanie and pants because I'm not in the mood for skirts and fishnets. I put mascara, light foundation and black matte lipstick. After huffing heavily, I manage to bring my eyes to the mirror and I instantly frown. Bad habits, I think to myself. I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty. But I'm comfortable, I tell myself forcibly and walk downstairs.

my eyes are met with an unfamiliar pair. I freeze; "who are you?" I say sternly. "Black," he says blatantly. "You're name is-" "yes" he says looking away. "Ight, bet" I sigh and walk to the kitchen realizing he's Lucinda's kid. I look at the time on my phone 18:14 wow I was in the shower for a long time. "You hungry?" I ask trying to be kind. Kind.. What a funny word. "What you got?" He scrunched his face walking over. I take the time to analyze his face because I didn't like looking people in the eye or in their direction, so it will probably be the last time. "I don't cook often, but I can make mac and cheese or we go to in-n-out." I respond looking down. He had craters reminding me of the moon and a small beard making him look... Attractive. But I wish I had the courage to look at his eyes, they tell the story but for me to see his; he has to see mine.

we hop into my car and I drive to in-n-out. Black stares out the window the whole time making it easier to subtly glance at him and analyze him some more. "Drive-by?" I ask when we arrive and he just nods without looking my way. "Hi welcome to in-n-out! What can I get for you?" An overly cheerful voice squeaks through the speaker. "I'll have a double with extra animal in a meal with sprite," I say. "Can I have a cheeseburger with extra animal and large fries." Black says. "Okay that's $15.28, drive down," the voice screeches again. As we drive down Black pulls out his wallet,"iss ight, I gotchu," I say whipping out my credit card from nowhere. He faintly smiles and goes back into his face of deep thought.

I pay and grab the food and go home. I distribute the food and we eat in the living room with dragon ball z playing the background. "Lets get to know each other for a while since we'll be living together for a bit." I say breaking the silence (excluding the munching, crunching, biting chewing, slurping- I mean- uh- bye) "Hol' up two seconds," I say and grab my weed because I feel like it. "You smoke?" Black asks surprised, showing the first expression of emotion since I've met him. "Huh? Oh yea, why?" "Just seemed like, you were a facade. Like the goth, punk vibe," he says going back to his blank stare. "Right okay," I give him a stank look for two seconds before looking down and rolling the blunt (I know nothing about prep of weed soz lol).

 I ghost it then pass it to him "I'll ask first, where were you born?" As he drags it and passes it back. " Atlanta, zone 6. You?" He asks eyeing the blunt. "High Wycombe, England." "What's something you could never live without?" He asks me, throwing me into the deep end, okay then boy. "Music, something that runs through me. I need it," not really wanting to fully explain why. "you?" I feel his stare, "yeah, I'd say music too." He lightly chuckles. "Are you just saying that because I did?" "No... Haven't you noticed?" His voice laced with confusion. I feel myself, losing myself to the weed. "No, what am I missing?" I laugh awkwardly. "I'm black with a 6," I catch his eye for a second then quickly look away. " Speak Englishhh," I whine getting comfortable. "Look on insta," he rolls his eyes. I do as he says and look up with wide eyes, "oh shit nigga, that's a lot of people who follow you," I say finishing the blunt. "Yeah, I'm famouseee," he genuinely laughs. Its adorable.

 I stand up and start laughing like crazy. "is you always this crazy?" He chuckles at my fit. "Nah, I'm just highhhh. Higher than them ugly ass bitches with em ratchet ass wigs as tall as statue of liberty." We talk for the rest of the night (and i find out his government is Ricardo) until 5:30am when we realise were not even forming sentences because were so fucked.

I kinda wanna make a pt.2 even tho this was ass but then I feel like I'd make this, lowkey a whole ass booookkkk smhhhh