I woke up in the morning in Kings shirt. I remember in the middle of the night when Rocky came over. "Some chick." I repeated.
I walked downstairs to find Rocky on the couch. "Where's King?" I asked.
Rocky took a puff of his blunt in his hand. "Working. He told me to look out for you." He said not making eye contact.
"Great." I whispered walking into the kitchen. I took out some pots and pans so I could make myself breakfast.
I felt Rocky's arm grip around my waist. "What are you cooking." He breathed in my neck. I felt himself smile.
"Please , let go of me." He did as he was told and let go. He jumped on the counter and held his hands together.
"Now can you tell me?" he asked.
I turned around and faced him with a knife in my hand. "If you don't get away from me , I'll be cooking you head on the pot." I said smirking at him.
He raised his hands in surrender. "I thought you forgave me." He said.
"I thought you changed. I guess I'm just some chick , right?" I said turning back around.
I heard Rocky jump off of the counter. He placed his hands on my waist again. "I was stupid. It's obvious your a beautiful , light-skin , strong , sexy , fine as fuck women." He said spinning me to face him.
"You are stupid." I whispered looking down.
He raised my head with his finger. "Forgive me?" he asked again.
I nodded my head. "Yes." He smiled and came closer.
"Good , now , kiss me." He said looking down at me.
"What!?" I quickly pushed him off of me. "No way." I said turning back around.
"Calm down Baby in just joking." He laughed.
"Whatever." I said began cooking again.
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The food was finally ready. I made bacon , pancakes , eggs and hash browns for me and Rocky. We sat down watching reruns.
"I'm tired and full." Rocky said laying his head on my lap.
I laughed. "Go to sleep then."
"I am." Couple of seconds later Rocky was passed out in my lap. I tried to take him off but it was no use.
Later on I fell asleep too. I woke back up at 2:00. "Rocky..." I whispered shacking him. He didn't budge. "Rocky!" I said again."What?" he groaned.
"Get up." I said.
"Why? I like it right here." He said smirking.
"Were?" King said walking in the room clearly mad.
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My Thug Love Story
Teen FictionBaby is 17 years old. 5'4 , thick , gets good grades and nothing can ever get in her way. Except King. King is a Drug dealer and runs more than half of Miami. What will happen when these too cross paths. ( Baby is the lighter skinned one.