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Ryan.

"August come lay down with me." It was two in the morning and he was playing 2k.

"When niggas real life basketball career is garb, so they resort to 2k." I mumbled walking downstairs.

I went in the kitchen to get my food, that I brought over here seeing Travis sitting on the floor.

"Why must you be a dumbass?"

"Ima kill yo boy thing." He laughed. "He almost killed me."

I heated up my plate and laughed, remembering the events August told me about.

"You'll get jumped."

"And i'll jump in too." Tima appeared in the kitchen.

"I'll put a bullet in yo nigga head." August walked in after her, eating off my plate.

"Thats why you ugly."

"Son, yo' baby is retarded."

"You retarded."

"Your boyfriend missing chromosomes." August pointed at Travis who was about to put a poptart in the microwave.

"Dumbass, take the fucking wrapper off. Im over here defending you & you actin' medford."

August and I walked back upstairs letting them argue and he got back on the game.

"Maleek and em want to get breakfast together tomorrow."

He nodded.

"You gay. Your homies come before me."

"Fuck you said?" He paused the game and took off his headset.

"Nothing, just lay with me."

He huffed and turned the game off. I straddled him and leaned forward, laying on his chest.

"You know I almost died once?"

"How?"

"I laid on you like this, and tried to match your breathing."

"Yo. You dumb as hell."

We laid there and talked about random stuff.

"So lets have sex."

"Ryan you be too loud."

"This my dick and I need it now. Call A.A Alsina, 877-dicknow." I whined falling out.

"Go to sleep."

"Put me to sleep."

He ignored me turning the other way.

"Bra." I grabbed the hem of his shirt. " Please."

"You feenin'." He laughed flipping up over so he was on top, and starting kissing me.

"Go down, down, down, down." I sung Justin Bieber.

"irritatin' as hell." He muttered making me squeal as he went under the covers.

"Go boyfrien, das my boyfriend!"

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"Boo?"

"Yes baybeh?"

"I love you." I said for the 27th time since we woke up.

"I love you too mama." He laughed starting my
bath.

"Ryan c'mere." Mel yelled.

"I'm paralyzed, I cant."

Head turned to sex, for 7 hours.

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