F o r e w a r n i n g.
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"Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied" You rapped along with Da Brat.
You were attempting to wipe down the kitchen counter on a warm Saturday morning but that quickly turned into you placing the palms of your hands against the counter top and moving your hips side to side to the song titled album from Da Brat's debut album.
"Open up, open up and let the funk flow in from this nigga name J ad his new found friend"
"This what you do while I'm in there slaving over your laundry?" Nasir asked loudly over the music.
You were too enthralled in the lyrics to hear his question but that quickly changed when the rest of the verse halted abruptly.
"Excuse me? That was the best part!"
"You don't need to be poppin' shit. Wipe them counters and simmer down lil mama."
You responded with a disgruntled grumble before returning to your original task. He scoffed at your childishness while taking your personal cd out and replacing it with his own. He'd normally let you be in charge of the cleaning playlist but he'd been listening to Funkdafied longer than he was comfortable with.
Notorious B.I.G.'s 'Gimme the Loot' replaced the brief silence causing you to roll your eyes. How many times could a person listen to one song was all that crossed your mind as you traded the damp dish cloth for a broom.
"Woooow! I finally convinced you to move to Manhattan and now that's all you can listen to." You said watching him dance around you en route to dropping the laundry basket by the bedroom door.
He donned a black t-shirt that horribly clashed with his baby blue University of North Carolina shorts. Sure, it was a lazy day but this outfit was absolutely terrible.
Nasir caught you giving him a once over with your face scrunched and turned the song down to address you.
"I know you ain't talking shit, Peanut. That sweatshirt is raggedy as hell. You didn't even go to USC, so you really set trippin'."
"Oh I'm set trippin'?" You laughed, putting the broom against the wall and making a move to stand toe to toe with him.
"Tell me when you were enrolled at USC. Or are you mad because the saints are ass and didn't go to the super bowl?"
"Oh so we're going there!"
"Yeah, that's where we going!"
It took all of your strength not to burst out laughing at the petty argument but a goofy smile still made its way across your face. Nasir's own smile served as a mirror to your expression, the gold grills on his canines glinting in the New York sun.
"How about this? I challenge your loud ass to a dance off. First one to run out of moves loses and the winner chooses the punishment. Bet?" He extended his arm expecting you to shake his hand and agree to the terms of the deal.
You looked his hand for a second and then back at him with a confident smile.
"Run it."
Furniture was pushed to the outer walls to give both of you ample room to move around. This wasn't the first time a dance battle had broken out in your living room but, it was the first one that would end with a winner and loser.
As always, shuffle decided the battle song and you silently prayed that it was one that would put you at an easy advantage. Nasir had no type of moves but there was no way he could keep dancing through a YoYo song. Carefully eyeing you, Nasir pressed the button to skip to the next song before moving back to his side of the room and waiting for the battle to begin.
The air was thick with anticipation as both of your eyes were glued to the radio player waiting for whatever would spill out of the speaker next.
"This speech is my recital. I think it's very vital..."
Your squeal clashed with Nasir's groan once you realized that the shuffle goddess had blessed you with 'It's Tricky' as today's battle song. A previous best of three rock, paper, scissors match determined that you would go first.
You quickly made your way to the center of the makeshift dance floor and started the competition with an excited cabbage patch, effectively stealing your boyfriend's signature move. You came to win and taking it easy on him wasn't going to happen today.
Finishing up, you pointed to the floor to let him know it was his turn. He rolled his eyes at your antics, choosing to counter your cabbage patch with his own running man, capping it off with a half spin and pointing to the center of the floor.
"I see you, baby. Okay!" You complimented, genuinely amazed at his ability to switch it up on the fly.
You made the decision to see his running man and raise him a Roger Rabbit, intensely staring into his eyes as you executed the move. He gave you an impressed nod, walking around in a circle to gear up for a fluid top rock that perfectly fit into the beat. He was playing dirty!
You pulled out a robot, he attacked with some tutting and that was returned with a tootsie roll. The battle went back and forth until both of you were literally running out of moves. The end of the song was near and neither of you had considered what would happen if the song ended with no clear winner.
Obviously winded, you claimed your spot in the middle of the floor and executed a flawless Robo Cop, effortlessly jerking your shoulders and arms from side to side. You knew you had him beat when he scratched the back of his head to take a moment to think.
"Just give up, boo. I promise you'll like your punishment."
Nasir, unphased by your cockiness, stepped to the middle of the floor and eyed you. A sly smile covered his face as he lowered himself onto the floor, laying flat on his stomach with his arms out in front of him.
"Nigga, what are you-" You question was cut short when Nasir, with all five feet and eight inches of his muscle ridden body, began doing The Worm.
Your hands flew to your mouth to stifle your surprised laughter. When his off-beat flopping finally ended, you were double over with tears clouding your vision. Nas pushed himself off the floor wearing a confident smile knowing he had finally outsmarted you.
"Laugh all you want but, yo' ass just took a mean L." He said dusting his shirt off and sitting on one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter.
Normally you'd be pissed about losing but today it was worth it. This was the perfect thing to store in your mind of embarrassing moments to pull out in public group outings with your friends.
Once you finally calmed down, you made your way over to him, stopping to position yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. "You won fair and square, Nas. What's my punishment?"
You expected one of his usual "punishments" that always involved you doing something in the nude. Vacuuming in just a pair of heels, cooking in just an apron, literally just walking around the house naked for a day. The amount of naked activities he could come up with was honestly astounding.
His innocent smile and chaste kiss on your lips assured you that whatever the punishment was would be something you both would enjoy. Grabbing your waist, he gave your forehead a kiss and your sides a gentle squeeze before moving you to the side so that he could stand up.
"Clean the rest of the house by yourself, baby girl. Get to scrubbing."
He couldn't stop himself from laughing at your confused expression on the way to the bedroom. Just when you thought he had calmed down, he turned around to get another look at you, rekindling his hysterical laughter as the door closed behind him.
Rolling your eyes you took a look at what was left to do. A mountain of dishes and the sound of Nas switching on the television on the other side of the bedroom door taunted you
