from time . | royce love story |™

tweleve : we chillan .✦

" chresanto, i don't wanna gooo ."

jacob stated tossing the covers over his head, rolling under them so it would take chresanto a while to retrieve him .

" ion give a fuck ya nana ain't wit dat moppin' shit, get ya ass up bra ."

lifting jacob up he tossed him on the floor, groaning in pain he rolled around .

" chresanto, leave me the fuck alone !" jacob shouted getting comfortable on the floor

" who da fuck ya talkin ta, get ya bum lookin ass up and get dress ."

jacob huffed before standing up, and crossing his arms under his blanket .

" fuck you ."

grabbing jacob by his throat, and wrapping the other arm around his waist .

lips hovering right next to jacob's ear, his eyes squinted .

" keep talkin outta ya neck, i'll gladly take dat offa ion mind ." he stated kissing jacob's lobe

shivering at his touch his hands wrapped, around chresanto's loosened grip .

" now go get dress, ion wanna have ta act out listen an ya might save ya self ." he growled lowly

swallowing the large lump in his throat, after chresanto loosened his grip waking out the room .

washing hisself, and placing on his undergarments .

grabbing his dress and pulling it on, he re-entered his bathroom flat ironing his hair .

putting it into a bun, and stepping his red bottoms .

deciding to bring a wrist wallet instead of a clutch, he studied his credit card and phone in there .

" im horridly ready, for this horrid day ." jacob spoke

" baybeh wit meh it's errythang but horrid, im tha shit ight rememba dat ." chresanto said standing up

locking the door behind hisself, the two got inside of chresanto's car .

" where are you, taking me ?"

" jus sit back, we chillan ."

driving around for what seemed forever, chresanto pulled up to a nicely decorated home .

" look at me i'm not properly dress, take me home please ."

" ain't nobody ova here, but my moms and grams ." chresanto stated killing the car

jacob shook his head softly, he was dressed for a classy dinner not a family get together .

he'd rather appear in jeans or a nice jumpsuit, but this outfit wasn't appropriate .

opening his door, chres stood on the other side waiting for him to step out .

" i'm not getting out look at me chres, this isn't appropriate your aunt hates me ." he stated

jacob noticed that pale grey honda from anywhere, his aunt was always too outspoken .

it was okay to voice your opinion, but sometimes you just need to know when to shut the fuck up .