Monique
"Move August," I said to August as he kept on poking my stomach and tickling me. He looked at me, and started laughing as he kept doing it.
I pushed him off of me, and August got up quickly and grabbed my hand. "Where you goin' ma?"
"August, I gotta go take a shower, and you shouldn't be here," I laughed while hugging him. He hugged back, and kissed the top of my head. I picked my head up, and I looked at him. He lifted up my chin and kissed my lips.
After 5 minutes of kissing, I broke the kiss off and wiped my lips. August grabbed his coat and his keys.
"I'ma holla' at ya' lata' mama," August said winking at me. I smiled as he walked out the door.
When he closed the door, I proceeded to walk in the bathroom and get ready for my shower. As I got in the shower, all I could think about was August. Our connection is something too raw for people to understand, and its like I can't get August out of my mind for anything. Its like I love August.
After my shower, I looked at my phone and August was calling me. It hasn't even been a full 40 minutes yet, and dude already calling me.
"Hello?"
"What ya' doin' mama?"
"I just literally got out the shower, what about you love?"
"The shower? Without me? Ight I see dats what we doin' na' mama."
"Boy please," I laughed. "Anyways what you doin'?"
"I'm headed home right nie... Me and yo bro was choppin' it up fa' a lil bit."
"Which one?"
"Tae."
"Ohh shit I had no idea he was out here."
"Hell yea', he told me he gone swing by yo' aunts house to check up on ya'."
"Oh okk. Thanks for telling me."
"No problem mama...I'll hit ya' up lata'. A nigga tired."
"Yeah, gone head and get your sleep."
"Fuck you maneee."
"When?"
"Big girl talk I see...Yeen ready fa' dis' dick babygirl."
"Just like you wasn't ready for this wet pussy but somehow you found your way divin' in it like its yours huh?"
"Cause it is mines tf.. Ain't no nigga finna get dat'."
"Whatever August, I'll talk to you later."
"Monique don't play with me. I'll kill a nigga."
"Byeee Augustttt."
"Mo-"
I ended up hanging up the phone on August. He was doing too much, but it was kind of cute. After I put on my shirt, and my shorts, I heard a knock on the door. I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole and it was August.
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Coming Home
Teen FictionMonique Jordan fell in love with drug dealer August Alsina 10 years ago. She was 15, and he was 19. One mistake changed the two relationship forever. When the two cross paths again, do you think they'll be able to come home to each other or they'l...