The Interview.

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Milani

"I love you." he said.

He....loves me?

"You do?" I ask as I get off of him.

He looks at me and says, "Yeh." with a soft tone.
"What, you don't love a nigga back?"

"Of course, I-I just didn't know if you felt the same way." I say before getting up to grab my robe to put it on.

"Well, I wanna hear you say it." He said softly.
I'm finna MARRY this nigga.

After I put my robe on, I bent down to his level, as he was still sitting on the couch, and softly said "I love you."

He smiled softly and grabbed my face to kiss me.

We finally make our way upstairs to the bathroom to pee, shower, and whatnot.

         
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Tjay/Tione

I woke up the next morning in Milani's bed. I look over at her and begin to think to myself. This whole shit crazy because I ain't even know if she was gon' take a nigga back or not. Even though I never even fucked around on her. Eh, I somewhat know where I went wrong though, I guess.

I'm glad she forgave me though.

My phone begins to ring, interrupting my thoughts. I look down at the caller I.D. to see my manager callin' me. What the hell he callin' me this early for? I answer.

"Yo." I greet.

"Man, where you at? I been tryna get ahold of you all mornin'." He said irritatedly.

Not this babysittin' bullshit again.

"I'm at my girl house man. What, ya niggas think I was dead or somethin'? I told that nigga AB where I was gon' be at." I say.

"Nah, we ain't think you dead, nigga you got an interview." He fired back.

Shit.

I jumped up out the bed, accidentally waking Milani up, and started to rummage through my bag to get my clothes and shit out. Damn, I can't wear this shit. I thought to myself. I completely forgot about this interview shit so I just packed some calm shit to come over here.

"Nigga, you forgot you had an interview at 10?" He asked.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself before picking my phone back up. "My bad man, I'm boutta be on my way home right now."

"You don't got no good clothes on you? It's already 9:17." He said.

"Mannn, I forgot about the shit, so I ain't pack nothin' flashy. I gotta stop by the crib. You know this fashion shit crucial." I replied.

"Well hurry up, nigga." He said.

"Aight." I said before hangin' up.

"So a nigga just knew he staying the night huh? Packed you an overnight bag and all. I ain't even see that shit last night." Milani says, jokingly.

Hell yeah I knew I was stayin'. She ain't had no choice but to let me in.

"Nah, it ain't even like that." I say while smirking. "And I got it out my car when you fell asleep."

"Mhm." She says while lookin' at me.

After a few seconds of me scrambling to get my shit together, I notice her still lookin' at me.

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