Roomates

Day 5

Nikeela Marie

Kentrell and Ben got all they stuff moved in yesterday, and then they hosted a lil kickback party, in which we all got drunk off our asses. Well, Lexis, Kentrell, and Ben did. I just got a lil tipsy, a slight buzz, I was mainly high.

I got out of bed and went into my bathroom, grabbing a bottle of tylenol, then went to my mini-fridge grabbing three waters. I walked into each room, giving them two tylenol and a mini bottle of water, setting it on they night stand. I went to Kentrell room last and he woke up to the sound of me opening his door, cocking and aiming his gun at my head.

"Chill." I said.

"Oh, my bad." He chuckled, then winced in pain, placing his left hand on his forehead. "Shit I got a bad ass headache." 

"Well, I kinda figured you would, so hea." I said, handing him the shit.

"Oh, thanks ma." He said.

The way he said that made a shiver go down my spine.

And his sleep voice, yes ma'am, I was enjoying it.

But I ain finna let him know it.

"Messin wimme will catch you a case, remember." I said, causing him to chuckle.

"That it could." He said. "So hurry up and grow up." 

"I'm grown." I said.

"Yeah, okay." He said.

"I sucked yo dick when I was 11, so don't play wimme bout who grown or not." I said, and he busted laughing.

"You wanna do it again?" He asked, his voice raspy and full of lust.

"You are insignificant, fall back." I said and he laughed. "I have a boyfriend." 

"Oh." He said.

"Anyway, I'm heading to the store, do you want anything?" I asked.

"Can I come wit you?" He asked.

"I guess." I said and he got up. "Whoo." 

I covered my eyes, I aint realize this nigga is naked.

"Acting like you ain't never seen it before." He laughed, pulling on some drawers and sweat pants.

"Nigga its been six years, you was still shrimp dick and I ain't have titties yet, so yea." I said and he laughed.

"My dick ain't never been a shrimp dick, lil guh. You'd think you known that, it was allup in yo mouf." He said, his accent coming out strong.

"Whatever les jus go." I said.

Lexis Davis

I heard Kentrell and Nikeela leave out the house, gigglin and shii. I'm happy for ha, I'd rather them be together then her and Quavo. She too naive to notice all tha things he do her dirty. I mean yea they can be hella goals sometimes, and he don't fuck up that much anymore, but if you give a nigga a second chance, its like giving that damn mouse a cookie, they always gon want more. She never should have let him back in ha life. But she was unhappy wit out him, so I worked up tha nerve to put em back. 

I heard shuffling around in the kitchen and assumed it was Ben. He my lil baby, I luh that lil nigga. He so fine, like yes daddy, dick me down dead and bury me pregnant. I wanna l-l-lick you from yo head to yo toes, or whatever Luda said.

"You thinkin out loud again." Ben said, chuckling.

"How mucha that you heard?" I asked, bitting my nail.

"Just the part where you quoted Luda." He said, wit a smirk.

"Wipe that smirk off ya face, wasn't nobody talm bout you." I said.

"I neva said you was. But whoever you thinkin bout would be lucky ass hell to get they tattoos smudged by you." He said, walking away.

"Whea you goin?" I asked.

"To. My. Room." He said, with each word sounding more like a question.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked and he smiled and nodded, throwing himself down onna couch and scrolling through Netflix.

Kentrell Desean

This guh booty so damn thick. I just wanna bend ha over this shopping buggy and fuck ha in front of God and erybody. My eyes bouncin in rhythym wit ha ass giggling, prolly making my eyes look like that tic tock crock nigga that captian hook scured of. 

I picked up some random shit, placing it in the buggy to see her reaction.

"Kentrell Desean, put that shit back." She said, laughing. 

I realized that I picked up a bottle of Strawberry Kiwi scented lube, Skittle flavored condoms and some baby food.

The fuck?

"Shh. Don't call me that." I said.

"Why?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

Furrowing? Is that een a word?

"They always watchin." I said, swiviling my head. She shook her head and laughed, pushing the buggy down the aisle, picking out some cereal.

"Froot Loops or Frosted Flakes. Or, Coco Puffs or Capt. Berry?" She asked.

"All em." I said.

"I aint got the money fa that." She said.

"So, looky hea. I'ma big time, so if I want four fuckin cereals, I'ma have me four fuckin cereals." I said and she laughed.

We soon left out the store, went home, put the groceries away and chilled wit Lil Ben and his guh thang.