You don't never have to ask me much
Only thing you gotta do is tell me to pull up
You don't never have to tell me none
I'll read your mind before you even speak up
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New York City- 7:39 p.m
Mia had Black Parade by Beyoncé blasting through the apartment as I sat on the couch squinting my eyes reading the comments.
"Will she hurry up and come out," I mumbled the comment.
"Exactly, Royal bring your ass on!" I yelled through the house hoping it would put some pep in her step.
She was getting ready for her date with someone from our school and after running her ear off to me all week if she should go out with him, she finally listened to me and went.
"I'm coming," she quickly voiced and I could hear her little humming following after.
"I like this one betta'," I licked my lips scanning my eyes over her glowing brown skin where her dress kissed her curves perfectly.
"Me too," she did a 360 and I pulled my eyes away from her looking at the comments that were going hella' fast.
"They said you look sexy a nigga said you look like Rihanna's long lost cousin," I chuckled.
"You lying," she walked over.
"Swear they said you look good enough to get your ass ate."
"Ain't no one eating this ass," she playfully smacked it and I watched as it did a little jiggle.
"I'll eat it," I pulled her over hugging her waist as she rubbed my head laughing.
Our friendship was unique to say the least, I was glad the kiss didn't stop her from understanding that it was something I needed in that moment. We didn't let it confuse or stop shit. We looked passed it.
"This my baby ya'll... aye watch ya' fucking mouf'" I pulled her closer catching an attitude and getting an angry bird face.
"Just cause' I live with her don't mean we fucking, this my best friend. Don't get blocked, a female don't have to gorilla fuck someone to have a connection," shaking my head I ended the live.
"Niggas always saying some slick shit like I won't-"
"Stop it," she sat next to me and I pulled her soft legs into my lap rubbing them.
"You nervous?" I texted my phone ready to meet Prophet in the studio soon. Things were getting ready to fully open back up.
"A little bit," she played with the ends of her hair and I gave her my full attention pushing her dress down not wanting to disrespect her by continuing to look at the red panties she was wearing.
"You got a bad past with niggas huh?" Looking at everything but me she bit her lip. "Look at me."
Continuing to look at everything but me, my jaw clenched a little not liking to repeat myself.
