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as wynter sat on zaire's lap with his arm wrapped around her as she scrolled on her phone, he sat on his, occasionally sneaking a look on her screen.
everybody was jus chilling in the living room or in the kitchen
buba came out of the kitchen, looking over at wynter before shoving her off zaire onto the other side of the couch, "nigga, what is you on," wynter laughing as she fixed herself on the other side of the couch, "cause why you sitting on niggas lap," kyle and jen side-eyed eachother.
wynter scrunched up her face, "yo buba dont start," zaire shook his head, pulling wynter back onto his lap, "nah nigga i aint trippin," buba said pushing her again.
"bro, touch me one more time,"
"why you tripping, bae," buba questioned, tilting his head, "nigga what?" zaire said pushing buba onto the floor.
"chill, chill," kyle said, rella came into the living room, kyle and jen getting in between zaire and buba
wynter jus sat looking confused, "why you callin winnie bae, you gotta whole girlfriend, nigga,"
"man fuck her, i want wynter, real bad,"
eveybody looked shocked asf
"fuck you mean you want winnie," rella shouted, pushing buba's head, "brodie you .. you trippin.." jen shook her head
" mann, get this nigga out, fuckin weirdo" zaire muttered, wynter laughed before zaire grabbed her by her arm as he went 2 her bedroom.
" yeah you gotta go," jen said pushing buba towards the door
" you know what im not even trippin, i been fuckin kyle anyway," rella shouted
buba look towards kyle, who had guilty written all over his face, " bro, it wasnt even like that."
