Obsessed

High

"Hee-hoo?" Zendaya says, but it comes out more like a question, all of the laugh at her, as they were all high on weed. 
Unlike them, me and Oakley were very much sober, as it was my apparently my time to babysit, and he decided it would be unfair for my to babysit all of them. So we decided to take them to my house, and hang in the backyard.

"Chicken nuggets???" Tjay asks, making everyone else giggle, like a group of teenage girls, whilst me and Oakley watched them from our seat, unimpressed, a blunt in between my mouth as I watched the group. 

"Ma?" I hear a voice say, making me turn my attention to Oakley, who had his own blunt in his mouth. I hum in response, urging for him to continue to say whatever he wanted to say. "It's been these past two weeks." 
A small smile creeps onto my face, as I nod in agreement, going through all the silly memories we made. He was cool and funny to hang out with. "I agree, bae." He smirks at the nickname, making me scoff slightly. 

"Of course you do." He chuckles, shaking his head as he leans back into his seat, still maintaining  eye contact with me, a smirk pulling on his lips. "You look beautiful." 
This man really knew how to make me fold-wait-no, no, no! I have to snap out of it. Just friends. I dont want to lose my friendship with him, just because I am messed up and cant commit to a relationship, or take them personally...wait why am I explaining shit to myself- fuck I need to see my Therapist, bob again. Bob was suck a meanie though, I wanna kill him, I think I might pull up to his house and shoot him, and watch as he chokes on his own blood, while I skin him alive, while pouring lemon juice on his wounds, and poking at the both of his eyes, and then use his skin to feed to my dogs- wait I dont have dogs, I'll feed Bobs skin to Fredo, or maybe even Freyja, hopefully she is craving it, and then to finish bob off, i will shoot him in his head, and use his blood to dye my hair, and paint my car, then feed hos body to- 

I snap out of my thoughts when Oakley clears his throat, making me blush slightly from the reminder is his compliment, but also from how embarrassed I would be if he find out that I was talking to myself about how he could make me fold, and then how I couldn't fall for him, and thjen how I had to back to my therapist bob, and then thinking about torturing him and killing him, but I quickly  play it off as I say, "Thank you. You look handsome."

"Do i now?" I nod, averting my gaze from his, looking at the group, as I hear him chuckle.

"Yes." 

"Your so adorable when you get nervous." 
"Aye fam! Too far! I aint adorable or nervous fam." I scoff, rolling my eyes at him. 

"You so high for me." 
"No. You just a friend. But you wanna know who I am high for?" I whisper, leaning forward in my seat, clasping my hands together, putting them on my knee. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, now urging for me to continue, "Zendaya." He scoffs playfully, looking at me with his lips pursed, and eyes squinted, opening his mouth to say, but I quickly stop him and asking, "Yo, do you wanna visit my brother tomorrow? Freyja is gonna be there with Clint." I try my best to hide the excitement in my voice, but evidently fail as he snorts. 

"Yea. Yea. I'll come with. Weren't you banned from seeing her though?" He asks, making me send him an unamused blank stare. "All jokes." He says nervously, as the both of us look at the group...just in time, as we watch Fredo stripping out of his clothes, just about to take off his underwear until I yell, 

"No! Fredo! Fam, put your clothes back on!" I cant believe I am babysitting a bunch of babies stuck in an adult body. 

"Why mum?" he pouts, making me glare at him. 
"Fredo. I will not repeat myself. Do you understand me?" I say, trying to remain calm, making sure he wont take off his underwear, the others that were high, laughing, until I say in a more harsh voice saying his real full name, that he hated, "Marvin William Bailey! Put on your fucking clothes! Do. Not. Make. Me. Come. Over. There. Do you understand me!? I will not hesitate to put you in the naughty corner!" He looks down at the floor shamefully, a small pout on his lips, as they begin to quiver, well he puts his clothes back on. I turn back to Oakley, who's mouth was hanging open, "See what I have to deal with?" 
"You sound exactly like a mean mum." He mumbles, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"When it comes to Fredo. I have to be. He is a fucking idiot when he is high." I say, taking a drag from my blunt. 

"For real. Man was ready to strip naked, in front of us. I would never let him forget about that when he turns sober." 
I turn to look at Oakley unimpressed.