Imagine you are on the sofa watching the movie ATL on MTV and eating cheesy popcorn. You hear someone knock on your front door and it's probably ten o'clock at night. You're not expecting anyone. You hop up and fix your midriff, slide on your panda slippers then saunter to answer the door. You peek an eye through the peephole, unlock and swing open the door to see your ex-boyfriend Trey standing there. You place a hand on your hip and mean mug him. "What do you want?" You skip right to the point. You and him broke up two months ago and the relationship didn't end so well. But you have tried to forgive him considering your love's still there. Recently, you have learned Trey stays in the same apartment building and right next door to you, but you sometimes forget he lives there. "Damn I can't get a hey or nothing? I missed you girl." You glare at the grocery bags in his hands and suddenly you're reminded of the times you'd make grocery runs at four o'clock in the morning together right after a long night. "Tremaine..." you say warningly trying to hold in your smile. "Aight listen, I seemed to misplaced my key somewhere and I'm locked out my apartment," Trey pauses briefly. "Can I come in? A locksmith should be here any minute." You mentally roll your eyes. "I guess." You step to the side and open your door wider to let him inside. He slowly enters, places the bags down on your table and follows you to your living room. His Timbaland boots thumping on your hardwood floor as he makes his way to the sofa. "I appreciate you for doing this, for real girl." You give Trey a fake smile, fold your arms and focus on the movie. But he rips open a mini hersey's bar to entice you. You are naturally stubborn so you're skeptical to accept it at first, but he holds it up to your lips. You take a bite and snatch the bite sized candy bar out of Trey's hand. "Thank you big head." You retort with a mouthful. "You good." He ropes his arms straight across your shoulders and act like you're at the movie threaters on a date. Then Trey grabs your bowl of popcorn to stuff his face. You lay your head on his chest and smile shyly. Funny how he's making you comfortable when just one minute ago you were giving him attitude. "Y/n this my favorite part right here- look," he states, pointing to the television screen as he begins to quote a line in the movie. You giggle, listening to him imitate Teddy's (Jason Weaver) country accent. Back when you were dating, Trey used to quote movies and television shows constantly and he was spot on. Once the movie goes on commercial you grab the remote control to turn down the volume. You place your hand slightly under his beige cargo shorts to rub circles on his kneecap. Trey knows you only do that when you're thinking about something or you're nervous, so he makes you spit it out. And it's like you were never mad at him in the first place because you're back to square one and the conversation's free flowing. Trey makes you sit up and he cups your face to place a gentle kiss on your soft, glossed lips. You can't even fight it, so you reach up to grab his face and kiss him roughly. Then Trey extends out his hands to grip your arms and pull you onto his lap to straddle him. Your lips are never disconnecting the entire time but suddenly he draws back. "You know something?" "What?" You tut, breathing heavily. "I never lost my key it was in my back pocket the whole time. I only said that as an excuse to come up in here and kick it witchu." You both laugh and you grip Trey's shoulder. "You missed me that bad, huh?" You state above a whisper. "Of course," he flashes a smile, aligning yours and his lips. It's not long before you're back to kissing again and massaging the hairs in his mustache with your thumb.
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Trey Songz, Chris Brown and August Alsina Imaginations
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