I recklessly searched my closet for my Louis Vuitton travel bag. "What is you doing?" She asked I looked back at her.
"Looking for something." I said turning back around going back in the closet.
"Looking for what?" She asked turning down the tv.
"My travel bag." I said about to give up at this point.
"Where you going?" She asked and I looked up at her.
"Chicago." I said and her scrunched her face up.
"Not even gonna ask." She said getting up going downstairs.
I continued to search my closet until I found my bag. When I found it I put four pair of Nike shorts and a bunch of white t-shirts into the bag. I came out the closet and put my under clothes into the bag too.
"So how long you staying?" She asked making me jump. I didn't know she standing right there.
"Umm...depends. I should be back by Sunday." I said and she nodded.
"Mhm." She said walking away again and I let out a sigh.
"Kierra." I said calling her back into the room.
"What?" She asked with some attitude.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked and she shook her head.
"I just think it's funny how you think you can just come out of nowhere saying you going to Chicago but if it was mEe..." She said dragging the e in me, "You would have a whole attitude."
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No Strings Attached
General FictionDating is overrated. At least that's what Kierra thinks. After what her ex did she's completely over relationships...or is she?
