He complains but makes room for me anyway. Resting my back after a long day feels so darn good. I could use a massage.

"I see you have an interest for Mohamed Ali." He points towards the portrait on my wall

"He's a really good boxer and probably an amazing person too."

"I'm just surprised you even know the dude, better yet be interested in what he does."

You'd be surprised by how much I know. .

"We all have our thing."

He chuckles and turns on his side to face me.

"Do you have any love interests?" He asks

I mean, I sort of like you but that's a story for another day..

"At the moment no. I don't have the time to deal with the other gender and their mood swings." I answer looking at the ceiling. I wouldn't want to see the disappointment that's playing on his face

"Okay, I have a love interest but she's playing hard to get."

"Who? Is it the mystery Cinderella?" I laugh

He looks at me disappointingly and slaps my forehead so hard it should count as Gender Based Violence. I don't care

"Shut up." He warns

"Ow, that hurt you know." I rub my temple.

"If you keep teasing me, I'll leave and you'll never see me again."

We go to the same school stupid.

"Aww do you want to be a Cinderella too? You could've just asked you know, I'll call you Niggarella. The male version of Cinderella." I burst into laughter as I take in the look on his face

"Okay that's it." He starts tickling me and I can't breathe

"Okay, okay.. I'm sorry." I beg in between laughter

"Tell me I'm the most handsome guy you've ever laid your eyes on an-"

"Cap!" I yell causing him to tickle me even more

Tears are rolling down the sides of my face at this point. I try to kick him but he grabbed my feet and straddled me

"Ahem." Someone clears their throat and we see my dad leaning against the once closed door looking really unimpressed.

Kendrick doesn't even make effort to get off me.

"I came to to inform the both of you that dinner is ready. Oh and since you missy over here didn't take me seriously about the door being kept open, hold on." He walks back down stairs

Kendrick and I give each other puzzled looks and I shrug my shoulders. My dad soon comes back with a powered drill in his hand and Sergiana comes running into my room.

He uses the drill to unscrew the nails holding up my door, till the very last freaking one and once he was done, he moved it to the side, leaving it leaning against the wall..

We all have shocked faces on, Giana included. No way!

"Well, I'm done here. Come down soon, the food is getting cold." He smiles and walks away whistling some tune.

"Don't worry Skylar, you can always come to sleep in my room whenever you're scared." Giana says and runs out of my room clutching her doll to her side.

Kendrick bursts into laughter and I take that opportunity to push him off me, landing him on the floor with his legs up. Idiot.

"This is so good Paul." Kendrick compliments my dad's cooking

I have a deep scowl on my face and these two laughing and talking like old friends does not make me feel any better about my door

"You should come over for dinner more, it's really nice to have someone openly enjoy my food." He says the last part very loud

"I definitely will." My dad smiles at his response

"Oh and Skylar, you can put up your door anytime you'd like." Dad says taking a sip of his water

"But you're the one that removed it so you put it back on." I argue

"Or you can leave it like that. I personally prefer it." He shrugs his shoulders

Can I get adopted into a different family please!

"How will I change in the privacy of my own room if the door isn't intact?" I fold my arms narrowing my eyes at him

"I guess you'll have to start dressing in the bathroom Sky." Kendrick smirks and my dad agrees

I hate them both

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