"Aliyah, hurry up!" Jacob yelled through my bedroom door.
"I'm hurrying!" I telled back as I slipped on my black Vans.
I walked to the kitchen.
"You ready?" Jacob asked, grabbing his car keys.
We got in his car and drove off.
"I'm tellin you right now. If they ask you to try something, you do NOT have to do it." He said, his focus on the road.
"Uh, okay?" I chuckled. What could they possibly have that I haven't tried yet?
We pulled up to a house that was kinda beat-up and old, like a trap house.
It reminded me of when my parents were on dope.
"You sure you wanna go?" Jacob asked, giving a concerned look.
"Jacob, stop being a pussy." I coughed as I got out of the car, and walked up to the doorstep. Jacob rang the doorbell.
In less than five seconds, the door swung open. Imani, of course.
"JACOB!" She squealed, pulling him into a hug.
"What up Imani?" he responded.
"Who is this?" She asked, glaring at me.
"That's my friend, Aliyah. Aliyah, this is my homegirl Imani."
"Hi." I said shyly.
She pulled him from my side, and left me.
My first choice was to go back to the car, but Jacob had the keys.
I kinda bitched out. It smelled like marijuana and booze, and F**kin Problems by A$AP ROCKY was blaring a little too hard from the stereos.
I sat down on a couch and tried to breath through my mouth.
"Oh Jesus." I whispered to myself as I saw a couple sharing a joint.
I pulled my phone and texted Jacob asking when we were leaving. The plan was to spend about half an hour at Imani's function, and chill for the rest of the day at Ray Ray's.
I was in the middle of sending the text when a familiar dark-skinned guy walked up to me.
"Aliyah, is that you?" He asked, taking the blunt out of his mouth.
"Uh, I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked, focusing on where I knew him from.
"It's me,-" He started.
My eyes grew big, and a huge grin appeared on my face as I realized who it was.
"JAMAL!" I squealed, jumping up to give him a hug.
"Wassup, girl? We miss you up in NYC." He said.
"Ugh, I miss y'all too! Whatchu doing over here?"
"My sister's getting married this weekend, and my homie over there told me about the function. So I thought I'd swing by, say wassup, you know."
"And this, is saying wassup?" I joked, taking the blunt from his hand.
I've ALWAYS felt for Jamal. He's such a damn charmer.
"Aye, don't drop that." He said, taking a seat next to me on the couch.
"You want some?" He asked.
"Naw, I don't smoke."
"Just try it. Just one puff." He insisted.
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the housekeeper || jacob perez. (1) [EDITING]Fanfiction
They say love is unexpected. The best kind comes naturally. You'll learn to accept their flaws, as well as their perks. When Jacob Perez meets his new housekeeper, love is the absolute last word he'd use to express his disgust for her. Will that ch...