A changed life {Chresanto August story} ⚠️UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠️

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*daja pov*

me:(walks in the house) im home

(no respond)

me: Im home

(no respond)

me: (walks upstairs and puts her purse on the bed) guess they left (takes off shirt then hears a loud noise outside) the hell ( she slips a t shirt on and goes to the front door) no (closes it and goes to the back) n-(pie slams in her face) WHAT THE FUCK (wipes it off her eyes and sees roc)

roc: SUPRISE

Me: suprise my ass nigga the hell is wrong with you

roc: you got pied this is my suprise see (slams another pie in her face)

me: stop doing that

shanti: RAWR (runs up and slams a pie on her legs)

roc:(laughs) you didnt make it to her face)

shanti: so dont bag on me of how short i am (folds her arms) here mommy (hands her a pie off the table)

me: what am i suppose to do with this

shanti: payback

roc: yall so slick sadly you cant get me (walks backwards and trips over a toy)

me:(slams the pie in his face) we cant get who yea i thought so (high fives shanti)

roc:(pulls the cover off another table and theres a table of pies) i didnt wanna do this but this is war (grabs a pie off the table)

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*later/daja pov*

me: i got pie in my hair (combing her hair)

roc: just like you told me you be aight

me: look shut up and come wash my hair(grabs a towel and her r1obe walking in the bathroom)

roc: where am i suppose to do that?

me: (laughs) just wash my hair (takes off her shirt)

roc: aight (takes off his shirt)

me: and if you try anything-

roc: yea i know you gon cut my ... of

me: i was gonna say ill smack you but you get the point

roc: rude

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*30 minutes later*

me: ouch

roc: my bad

me: you tryna pull my head off

roc: (laughs) i said my bad (
starts back brushing her hair)

me: you think i should invite my dad to the wedding

roc: i dont know but if you do keep him away from me

me: i know but i need him to walk me down the isle like normal dads do

roc: need him too?

me: okay i want him to but with all this stuff that been happening i just dont know anymore

roc:... okay il make a deal if your dad comes to the wedding and starts shit ima throw him out my damn self no harm tho if he doesnt and just be normal then fine we cool

me: okay..(picks up the phone and dials his number)

dad: hello

me: uh yea