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JUST CREEPIN'

AJOURIE WRIGHT
NOVEMBER 5th;  SUNDAY

KAMARION HELD HIS phone in one hand, and used the other to lift the girls boob up just right in order to take a picture of his tattooed name on her body.

When the both of them got their tattoos, they agreed to get them in discrete spots where only they would know about.

Bam decided on the back of his neck where his dreads covered them easily, and jourie decided on the underside of her breast where clothes, a bra, and a bathing suit could cover.

The only time it was really visible was when she was naked, or if she was purposefully trying to show it in some way which was rare.

Gensis used to hate she had another man tatted on her body, but he never knew it was bam because she had his government name tattooed.

"Hurry up and take the picture." She rolled her eyes, and he fixed the flash before taking the picture.

"You so aggravating, I know you already got a picture of my tatt somewhere in that phon,  so what's the point of another one." She pulled her hoodie back down.

"I got one of the fresh ink, now I need a almost two years later update. Specially since you ain't cover it." He explained his reasoning.

Running her tongue over her lips. "Bae, I need you to do something for me." She muttered softly looking at him, and a grin instantly grew on his face.

"You just called me bae." He stated causing her to smile softly at the excitement in his tone. She absolutely loved his energy.

"I know, it slipped bookie." She used her palm to caress the side of his face softly. "Are you listening to me?" She continued, trailing her hand to his ear.

He always complained about her playing with his ear, but he ignored it for now. "Yeah ma, wassup." He responded.

They were currently laid up in his room at his apartment that he shared with his little sister and cousin.

They could've been at jouries house, but she just didn't feel as if it was done being decorated to her liking so she rarely had company just yet.

Plus, she liked bams high rise. It was much nicer than her apartment. "I need you to go in the kitchen," she started receiving a nod from him. "Get the ham out the fridge, then get the pickles. Get a pickle and roll-wrap it in the ham." She instructed step by step.

His face grew more disgusted the more she went on. "You fucking nasty, wassup wit you and all these weird combinations." He lifted his head from off of her belly.

"I can just taste it in my mouth. It sound so good right now, please please." She begged slightly , and he smacked his teeth.

"Aight, you know what. You got it." He agreed, reaching for his tank top to slip back on for a moment.

He slid the shirt on, and stood to his full height. Glancing back at the girl who had her eyes completely closed by now, he made an exit from the room.

Biting his bottom lip, he walked down the hall into the kitchen. Opening the silver refrigerator, he grabbed the sandwich meat, and the jar of dill pickles.

Doing what she said, he ripped a paper towel from the roll and laid it on the counter before washing his hands. After that he laid two pieces of the meat flat and put the sliced pickle in the middle before rolling it up.

He scrunched his face up disgustedly, putting everything back. "Whatchu out here doin?" Sahid popped up, and he took a quick look at the snack before looking back at his face.

"Shit, making this shit for jourie. Her weird ass, why she want a fucking pickle wrapped in meat." Bam complained causing bam to catch a glimpse of the mini snack in his hand again.

His upper lip twitched in disgust. He had never seen anyone eat like that. Trailing his eyes back up to bams face he muttered, "When da last time y'all had sex?"

Bam jerked his head looking at Sahid as if he was crazy. He was a bit confused on the intrusive question, "uhh I don't know. It's prolly been a month now. We ain't been fuckin." He disclosed.

Sahid turned his head to side. "Real shit? A month?" Sahid couldn't believe it. Both of them were two freaky individuals and he had to learn the hard way during their first relationship. He remembered they used to have quickies everywhere.

"Yeah, nah. We jus' been chillin for real, trynna get used to each other again."

Sahid nodded his head being able to understand that. "Okay, understandable, but I think you need to take dat trip to CVS or sum." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Silence took over them, and the only noise being made was the random single beep from the smoke detector. They just stood there, staring at each other.

Sahid was trying to read kamarions mind, and kamarion was trying to do the exact same thing.

"So watchu sayin, you think my girl pregnant?" He clarified.

Shaking his head, Sahid dropped it, looking down at his feet. "Nah I'm not sayin that, cause I personally know she on birth control....but I'm jus sayin, the shit she been eating these past couple weeks kinda got me looking at her weird." He admitted.

"Along wit dat, she been sleeping a lot too. But that's it's. So it might not be that. I mean she don't get sick or nothin..." he tried to look on the bright side.

"Nah you might be right." Bam nodded.

He couldn't lie, when it came to jourie and pregnancy he was paranoid. He never told her out-loud but he didn't want a repeat of last time, so he was trying to stay on top of it.

He could admit, the one and only time they had , had sex since they rekindled, he indeed did nut in her, but they both obviously didn't think much of it due to her birth control shots.

"Look, ian trynna put a battery pack in yo back but I'm jus sayin. The signs there. I'm putting you on game." Sahid pointed at him. A repeat from last time would not be put on him, he didn't care.

Retreating back to his room, he shut his door laying eyes on jourie who looked to be dead asleep. "Jourie." His deep voice called out, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Here you go, mama." He passed the the pickle wrapped in ham.

"Thank you, love." She smiled , and her smile was even evident in the way she was speaking to him.

He watched her take her first bite, wondering if she would even really eat it. Once her face morphed into satisfaction, and she nodded in approval, she took another one.

"Ouu, baby, you shoulda made me another one." She almost moaned.

He rolled his eyes flopping on the bed. "That's fucking nasty, and I refuse to keep making that shit." He muttered reaching for his PlayStation controller.

Just then, Samaria bursted in his room, with her eyes closed shut tightly. "Am I interrupting anything?" She questioned.

"Maybe if you would've knocked you wouldn't be put in this position, but no Maria—you can open yo eyes." Bam waved her off going into his personal account.

"Fuck that, you only live once." She remarked, shrugging her shoulders, taking a seat at the foot of her brothers large and comfortable bed.

"What do you want girl." Jourie questioned, taking another bite from the pickle she had been enjoying.

"Oh now it's what I want. Y'all some rude motherfuckers I tell you." Samaria was being dramatic, but they didn't mind. It was normal to them. "Are you guys like together now...y'all been real close since that day of the cookout for uncle kyree." She pointed out.

Jourie had already told her they were working on their relationship slowly, but she didn't know where they stood at the moment.

"No." Bam responded keeping his eye strained on the Tv.

Jourie instantly frowned. "Um, what the fuck you saying it so fast for?" She sounded offended by the rapid reply.

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused, glancing back at her to see her face was all screwed up.

Sitting up on the bed, she looked at the back of his head.

He could feel her eyes penetrating him, so he paused the game and turned to look at her completely. With his attention, she continued, "what are you saying no for.."

He tilted his head at her sudden change in attitude. "Jourie I know you not mad that I said we not together. First of all, we not together. Second whenever somebody ask, you do the same shit and no matter how I feel bout it I'll never get mad at you cause it's the truth. Don't piss me off today cause we was having a good day."  He warned her.

Snatching his controller back off the bed, he quickly unpaused his game , basically telling her that what ever she would say would fall upon deaf ears because he was now ignoring her.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the cover from over her legs, and got out of the bed prompting Samaria to stand up too. Samaria walked out the room first, and jourie followed suit.

She was getting ready to close the door , but kamarions voice stopped her,  "A'jourie." He grabbed her attention, his eyes never leaving the screen.

She stopped waiting to see what he would say.

"I love you."

She felt her heart stop, this was the exact reason she could never stay mad at him. "I love you too." She shut the door before he could get anything out, knowing if anymore was said she wouldn't be able to resist.

Following behind Samaria she went into her room putting the last of the pickle and ham in her mouth before closing the door behind her. She flopped on the bed, crossing her arms over her breasts.

"Girl, now I know you don't got a damn attitude." Samaria laughed at her bestfriend once she realized she really was mad, and wasn't putting on a front for bam.

"Yes,  because what the fuck." Jourie opened her arms, raising her eyebrows. "What type of shit is that?" She asked rhetorically and Samaria smiled shaking her head.

"Can I do some lashes on you? Or are you on a lash break." Samaria ignored her and bam. She had no desire to be in the middle of minor or big arguments anymore. In her eyes it wasn't even that serious.

She wasn't getting in the middle of anything anymore unless it was domestic violence.

"Yes girl, I don't care." A'jourie reached in her pocket to retrieve her phone. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and pulled her hoodie over her head.

Today jourie was lounging in a 'Essentials ' hoodie and a pair of black jean shorts that stopped at mid thigh. The shoes for her outfit were low 'light iron ore black' Nike dunks but she they of course were off, only allowing her white socks to be visible.

She had her hair in a low messy bun, not in the mood to do it, and that was it.

"You think I'm wrong?" Jourie asked and Samaria groaned.

"Oh my gosh I just got deja vu. You gon cut me off for my opinion?" Samaria placed her hand on her forehead, shaking it as if she was conflicted.

Jourie giggled, "no girl."

Samaria sighed.

"It's like this. Neither of y'all are wrong, but both of y'all are wrong." She started. "Y'all aren't together, therefore, both of you have the right to say your not. I've heard you say y'all aren't a million times, and I know for a fact bam be in his feelings too. He don't get a attitude and walk away from you though. But, at the same time, both of y'all are working on a relationship, so I don't think no is the correct word choice to use when answering the question." She responded.

"Saying no, is like shutting it down. Like nah, we ain't together, and we don't got shit going on. How about instead you both explain a little better to eliminate confusion. Like so," she cleared her throat.

"Well, we aren't together but we're working on getting to that point." Samaria changed her tone, in order to demonstrate what she meant.

Jourie stared at her the entire time, letting her words sink it. "I can't do this shit no more. Why won't he just ask me to be his girlfriend?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Look, if you feel like your ready to take that step again. That your healed, and you can handle being in a better nontoxic relationship with compromise, but your waiting on him—maybe you should ask him instead, to show the dedication and commitment. Switch it up a little, plus I know it would make my brother feel special." Samaria shrugged, pulling her small roller cart she purchased on Amazon with all her skin care, hair care, self care, and hygiene products on it

"You think so?" Jourie questioned, seriously taking it into consideration. When bam said slow, she didn't think he meant this slow. She wasn't trying to rush stuff, but if they were basically a couple, doing couple things, and knew everything about each other, so why not just be official while doing that.

"Yeah, it's okay to be different sometimes. Why sit around waiting for change when your capable of doing it yourself. I think both of you are scared and that's what's holding it up. There is trust and commitment issues deep within the both of you, but don't prolong it, scared to live your life because of your fears. What do I always say?" Samaria questioned softly.

"You only live once."

"Right," She nodded once. Samaria literally lived by that motto. She didn't do crazy things, but she liked to make memories so she wouldn't regret not living her life to the fullest when she was older. "Bitch you too young to be stressing the way you do, we young as fuck, finna be twenty in some months, we is still teenagers." She reminded jourie.

"I guess so." She started racking up her mind with multiple ideas, thinking how to go about it. She knew what Samaria was trying to tell her without saying it.

Bam put a lot of effort into them the first go round, and because of her fear of being exposed she always held back. She loved hi and catered to him, but it was much more she could've done to make him feel more loved and secure. Even the way he asked her to be his girlfriend the first time was so cute and thought out.

Maybe it was her turn to do the same thing. To show she was ready.

"So, what you came in there for anyway?" Jourie asked Samaria.

"Oh girl, I was wondering if y'all wanted to come to bowling wit us, it could be a couple thing wit 2 versus 2, that way you and bam could finally meet keshaun. Bam starting to get suspicious anyway." Samaria rolled her eyes, "I was coming to ask but y'all started arguing so I never got to it." She rubbed the back of her neck.

"Girl of course, fuck that argument. We gon' be there. And let me tell bam in case he try to do too much." Jourie assured her bestfriend causing her to smile.

"I love you so much jourie."

"I love you too."  She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Make sure my lashes cute if we going out soon." Jourie reminded her.

"Of course, what you going for this time? I got some new individuals from a new company and learned new stuff for everything." Samaria sounded excited. She loved practicing lashes especially because it wasn't common for her to apply someone else's lashes. She only did hers.

"I'm thinking like the dreamy or doll ones." Jourie was trying to decide between the two. Lashes made her eyes pop, so she loved to wear them. "I want em full and fluffy, but not too dramatic, almost natural lookin'." She explained.

"Alright how about...." She turned her phone. That gives the more natural but doll look. It's cute." Samaria suggested and jourie nodded.

It took a while, but when Samaria finished, jourie really liked the final product. She even felt like it would be her permanent set until she decided she wanted to try something else.

After that, jourie figured she could go back in kamarions room since time had passed since she had left and he hadn't even came inside to check on her.

"Alright girl, and if y'all have sex please please don't be loud." Samaria placed her hands together pretending to beg.

"Oh girl please. It's crazy cause we haven't even been having sex...what if he trynna tell me my coochie loose." Jouries heart dramatically palpated.

They had only had sex once in an entire month, before that they hadn't been sexually active with each other for around a year. Even though bam had been celibate for a year , she hadn't. "Omg he trynna tell me it don't feel the same," she dropped her head.

"Girl, I doubt it—but if you really doing to much about it try some kegel exercises or something." Samaria joked , and jourie glared at her. "Or you can just fucking ask." She also suggested noticing the look she was getting.

"Get the fuck out my face, we ain't friends." She rolled her eyes leaving her room heading towards bams room. She walked right in, and it was completely dark. "Damn I ain't even know it was dark outside." She muttered.

She realized he was in his bed snuggled up under the cover sleeping good, which made her jealous. She wanted to sleep just as good as him.

Pulling her shorts down her legs, and her hoodie over her head she was left in her matching underwear, and climbed in the bed.

Getting under the cover she purposefully lifted his limp arm and draped it over her waist snuggling under him.

She sighed in relief, fluttering her eyes letting the sleep take over her.

Thank mel for the update, and the next update will be this book also, so thank her for that too cs she paid me✊🏾

Not a lot happened this chapter—but a lot happened! Keep everything in mind.

Thoughts and predictions?

MYA OUT🫡