"you had to see elom's reaction when i turned blonde," kèkèli laughs over facetime with zion. "he saw my post and facetimes me and he was just like-" her features fell to mock their little brothers face, causing zion to laugh. "how i asked you what i should do with my hair and tell me not to dye it blonde and that's exactly what you go and do?"

kèkèli laughed harder then zion did, given he was more focused on the notification that popped up on his screen. she noticed his distraction off of the screen and his fingers nearly swiping on camera.

"is that her?" she asks softly. she raised a brow when he pays her attention. "your girlfriend?"

he shook his head. "just a notification that she posted on insta."

she hums. "are you sure you want to bring her back home? are things between you guys even that serious to be taking that kind of step?"

he furrows his brows at her. "do you not want me to bring her?"

"the drama that went down with her and those girls-" she chuckles dryly. "that shit was trending for days."

"she's a good person."

"i don't want you to bring her, zion," she bluntly admits. "i think you should spend a little more time together before taking that big of a step."

"we'll see you next week, kèkèli," he flatly tells her before ending the call.

the knock on his bedroom door alarmed him, but easily calms him once he seen amari walking in with a small grin.

"hey," she whispers.

"hey," he whispers back. with that same goofy smile on his face, his face scrunched up in confusion. "why are we whispering?"

"because nick told me that you were on facetime with your sister," she continues to whispers. that is, until she seen his phone resting on the other end of the bed. "which you're not, anymore."

"yeah," he groans as he stretches. once he was done, he left his arms wide open for her to come over.

she left her spot by his bedroom door, making sure to close it from behind her and climb on top of him. she straddles her tights on both sides and rests one hand on his shoulder while the other was on the back of his neck, her fingertips grazing his hair.

her skin felt like fire when his hands wander towards her ass, resting there like it was nothing. she couldn't help but wonder when she was going to get used to his touch?

he looks up at her and makes a face.

"what?" she asks.

"i really like you," he mumbles softly. he puckers his lips at her, allowing her to lean down and peck him. like an instinct.

"that doesn't explain the look on your face," she confronts him.

he furrows his brows, a pout coming into play. "what look?"

"like you're holding back you're shit at a dinner party."

he snickers.

"come on," she encourages. "let go of your shit."

"that's a gross analogy," he laughs.

she only rolls her eyes at him.

"i'm going back home next week," he prompts to her.

she dangles her head to the side and says, "i know."

"come with me."

she raised a brow. "really?"

he nods. "if you want to- i mean, you don't have to because, nobody's forcing you to. but i wa-"

all while he was speaking, she was leaning towards his face to fool him with a kiss, just to swing her head to the side and lick a long stripe against his cheek.

"yuck!"

she giggles. "i'll come with you. it'll be fun."