Layla POV

I stirred groggily in my bed as the sun seeped through the curtains. I sat up gently; being careful not to wake up my mom. I picked up the covers softly and hopped out of bed.

I glanced at the clock

12:45pm

I shrugged to myself. That's way to early for a weekend.

I brushed my thoughts away and proceeded to the restroom. I began to brush my teeth but something wasn't right.

"Oh!" I said in realization. "It's too darn quiet."

I treaded quietly to the walk in closet. I'm guessing that's where my mom put our luggage. I walked in slowly and struggled to find a switch. I'm not use to the placement of things in America.

Heck we barely had light switches in Kenya. We had torches and whatnot.

I let my hand graze upon the cold walls until I found the light switch. I haven't been in this suite because..

That wonderful day.

I smiled to myself and continued to search frantically for my luggage.

"Aha!" I said to myself.

I found the luggage in the corner of the glistening closet. I plopped on the floor Indian style and unzipped my luggage.

"There you are." I said quietly.

I moved my undies out the way and picked up my record player. I then unzipped the front pocket of my bag and I snatched out another record.

Thriller (Unreleased Singles)

I sighed happily to myself and went into my bathroom. I set the record carefully down my on toilet and snatched the record out of the record holder. I gently sat the record down and let the music flow.

This was by far my favorite vintage item. With a little reluctance the record began to play normally.

Michael began to sing and it was a heavenly symphony.

Shame on Quincy saying it "couldn't make the album"

Pshaw.

I began to recklessly sing with Michael and dance in the mirror with my toothbrush.

Being a girl has its perks right?

I began brushing my teeth while spit spooled out of my mouth; landing in the sink.

I don't want to move when I'm in her hands, there's nothing I can do or say. Put everything on hold, cancel all my plans. Tell everybody I'm away. Hey.

She may be bad but she feels so good, I'll give her anything she wants.

Shes trouble, I know it!

She only needs to touch me. I'm in trouble I know it. Shes trouble I love it! I know that she does it I'm in trouble, I know it!

I was hopping up and down at this point and I'm pretty sure I woke my mother. I peeked out of my door only to see her getting up to leave.

"Where to ma?" I slurred with spit in my mouth.

"Habari za asubuhi baby. I'm getting breakfast at that fancy bar thing." She said while yawning. "Where's the money?"

"Just take the 20$ in my pants okay?" I told her while pointing to my pants.

"Asanti baby!" She said while proceeding to my pants.

"You're welcome momma." I said.

I walked back into the restroom and began to jam to the rest of my song.

I listened closely and heard the door slam. After that, I turned my music up loud.

Michaels POV

I sat up from my bed because of the abundance of noise. I got out of my warm cozy spot and slipped my slippers on.

I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself.

Gross but presentable.

"I can live with that." I said while shrugging to myself.

I tiredly walked to my door and listened closely to the noise.

Her every move is like a danger sign, and daring me to come on through. Hey

She may be bad but she feels so good.

I'll give her anything she wants.

Shes trouble I know it!

I chuckled quietly to myself.

Layla.

I walked out of my room and walked to Layla's suite.

"I knew you were going there." A deep voice said behind me.

Bill.

"Oh hush you." I told him, while smiling.

I knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to answer. I heard shuffling and weird noises on the other side.

Strange.

Layla POV

I heard a knock at my door so, I frantically turned off my music.

What if it's an angry neighbor?

I rinsed out my mouth and wiped off the excess water.

I put on some lip balm so I don't have croissant lips, then ran to the door.

I looked through the peephole and there he was.

Mike and Ike.

I giggled at my last thought and opened the door.

He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. He looks adorable.

He has a white v-neck and some grey sweat pants, with these cute black fur slippers. And his hair, oh his hair; it was everywhere.

"Are you going to let me in buster?" He asked giggling at me.

"Oh, yeah sure?" I said stammering.

He's gorgeous.

He walked into my suite and walked around; observing my things.

"You're so nosy Michael." I shook my head laughing.

He whipped his head back at me. "No I'm not. I like to call this," he marked with a pause. "Oh! Curious. I'm just curious that's all."

I laughed at his response. "Curious huh? Well, Mr. Curious, why don't you be curious enough to give me a hug." I told him, approaching him with open arms.

He sat up happily and proceeded to give me a hug. Right before we clicked in a hug I fell back dramatically.

"Sike!" I yelled, laughing.

His features were curled up in a pout. He had his lip stuck out.

"Your lip sticks out more than your butt." I said laughing.

Michael pursed his lips suppressing his laughter. I sat up and started to poke him.

"Flat booty Mike! Flat booty Mike!" I chanted.

"Oh that's it!" He said laughing.

He picked me up, threw me on my bed, and began to tickle me with the stubs of his fingers.

"Hey, hey! Stop." I said through my laughs. "I'm going to pee!"

"That'll be my treat." He challenged.

I gathered enough strength and flipped over, making Mike underneath me while I sat on his stomach.

I pinned his arms down and looked at him intently.

iCarly reference.

"Alright, enough tickling, enough. You almost ended my life." I said breathing hard while smiling at his semi - scared face.

"How did you get that strong?" He breathed, completely amazed.

"Practice."

"Why not teach me?" He asked smirking.

"Why not do some squats." I retorted.

He sat up and smiled at me.

"You know, when you pick at someone," he pointed at me. "That means you like them."

"But I'm only picking at your butt." I said giggling. "See what I did there? I said butt twice." I told him, winking.

He winked back and got off my bed.

I did the same and walked over to the nightstand to turn on the TV.

"Nice pajamas." He commented smirking.

I looked down slowly at my attire and blushed hard.

I had on a black halter crop top that I happily took from Maria, black tights, and blue Snoopy socks pulled over them.

I walked over to the mirror, it showed off my abundant curves, my semi flat stomach, and my chest area. I was showing only an inch of stomach.

Besides, I wasn't prepared for a man to Walt's into my house. It's different with my mom, she doesn't really care.

I walked back over to the snickering Michael. "I know it's a little um."

"Sexy." He smiled; finishing my sentence.

"Yes, but not necessarily." I said. "Look at my snoopy socks."

"Those are adorable too!" he said pointing at them.

I playfully punched his arm. "Thanks buster."

"No problem." He told me.

I sat back on the bed Indian style, as Michael did the same. We both stared at the T.V as Fresh Prince of Bel air theme song came on.

I began to rap along, standing up in bed. I pretended the microphone was my hand.

Michael shook his head and watched me.

Now this is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down. I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell how I became a Prince of a town called bellair.

I hopped off my bed and stared at the T.V. Michael got off as well and rapped in sync with Me.

In West Philadelphia, born and raised. On the playground was where I spend most of my days. Chilling out maxin' , relaxin' all cool and all shooting some B-Ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said "You're moving with your Aunty and Uncle in Bel Air."

We began to look at each other, as I kindly let Michael rap the last part.

"I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it. Yo homes to Bel Air."

I pulled up the the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell you later!" I looked at my kingdom I was finnaly there. To sit in my throne as the Prince of Bel air." He rapped. He pretended to drop his Mike.

I laughed loudly, as did Michael. "You sound absolutely innocent when you rap. I can't take this." I said through my laughs.

He laughed louder, at my pink face and rolled on the floor. He rolled on top of me and looked at me.

I chocked on my laughs as he stared at me. "What?" I asked.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked me.

"Remember you said you wanted to get to know me, and my favorite numbers and all that cheesy stuff." I told him, caressing his curls falling in my face.

"Yes, I do remember."

"Well," I sat getting up. "Let's do that over some. Kentuck-."

"Fried chicken. Whoo!" He bellowed, completely happy.

"Woah there Fido! Calm down." I told him rubbing his shoulder.

"Whatever, just get out of your sexy clothes and take a shower. I'll stay here and watch cartoon, eat your snacks etcetera." He said while his face was stuck in my mini fridge.

"I love how you just decide that you can stay here when you want to." I huffed crossing my arms.

He got up with chicken nuggets in his mouth. "That's what friends do! Duh numbskull." He muffled; crumbs falling on my floor.

I pointed at him, rasing my eyebrows. "You're going to clean this up."

"Okay mom." He sarcastically said, rolling his eyes.

I walked into the restroom and took off my clothes.

Oh shoot. I forgot my clothes.

I wrapped a towel around my naked body and walked over to my closet.

"Put on some clothes woman!" Michael told me, eating his potato chips.

"I forgot my clothes." I whined.

I walked in, took the clothes I'm wearing for today out of my suitcase and walked into my restroom.

As I walked in, I already had 3 records that I wanted to play.

I chose my favorite and hopped in the shower.

Bam Bam By Chaka Demus started to play.

I lathered up my body a few times and watched as the dirt spiralled into the drain. Once I finished washing up, I got out and lathered myself with lotion.

I flat ironed my hair and curled it, if that makes sense.

I applied some Vaseline on my lips. And put on my clothes.

I put on a olive green dress with a Jean jacket. It was a little short so I put some see through stockings and black combat boots. I've never dressed this cute before.

There's a first for everything.

I put my black combat boots on and finished my look with a gold watch.

The one we stole of course.

I don't mean to sound like a thief but Maria got what she deserved.
I walked out of the bathroom to see Michael already dressed.

Michael POV

I looked over at Layla, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. She had on this green dress that complemented her Carmel skin. And she had on these cute boots.

"Wow, you look amazing. Can I have my hug now?" I asked her.

"Of course Mike and Ike." She said giggling.

We walked towards each other and embraced in a long warm hug. I bent my head down slightly to smell her.

She smells amazing.

We let go of each other and my body instantly felt cold. We both stood back and started to compliment our outfits back to back.

I had on a black shirt with a little green logo. Some black plants, and some black high top tennis.

Like the ones I wore in that photoshoot.

I had my hair neatly slicked back in a bun, and I took that into consideration for Layla; so she can easily apply my disguise.

"Can you get me a disguise Lay?" I asked, looking down at her.

"Sure, lemme work my magic." She told me.

I watched as she walked over to her dresser labeled "Mike."

"Why did you label you're dresser after me."

"Well," she started while slicking my hair back more. " I knew, we would be friends for a while, and you'll be coming here often to do crazy stuff, so.. I had this dresser made for your disguises, and it has all the things you like in there since well, I know a lot about you. " she confessed.

"Well, Layla," I told her grabbing her hand. "I know we'll be friends forever. I know it. Thank you for that, it makes me feel special." I told her softly.

She smiled and spoke up. "You are special you dork." She laughed.

I smiled at her compliment, but it quickly faded when I saw the joking look on her face.

"Special Ed! Haa!" She cackled.

"Well, at least my forehead doesn't shine brighter then my future!" I retorted laughing.

She stopped laughing and dropped her comb. She walked over to the window and stared out of it.

Uh oh. Struck a nerve.

"Hey Layla, I'm sorry!" I told her, apologizing.

I turned her around to face me and she had a sad look on her face. I embraced her, and she embraced me back. I felt her hands creep up my back and she grabbed my ponytail and yanked it.

I winced in slight pain, frowned, and smiled at her, at the same time.

"Gotcha." She winked.

"I'm going to get you super good too! So watch out." I said pointing at her.

"Okay Mikey." She whispered.

"Why are we whispering?" I asked.

"Because if you talk any harder, you're hot breath will burn off my eyebrows." She told me.

She began to scream laughing and I giggled watching her. Once she collected herself, she stood up at me.

I pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear. "What can I possibly burn? You don't have eyebrows to begin with." And I sarcastically kissed her ear.

I pulled back and observed her face.

"How rude!" She giggled.

I winked at her and proceeded to the chair that Layla was doing my hair on.

"Let's finish this mess up." She told me.

I scoffed at her. "Mess? Look at me, I'm gorgeous." I laughed.

She shook her head at me and proceeded to do my hair.

Anonymous POV

I winced in pain as a I crawled on the floor.

I grabbed my curtains and wrapped them on my bleeding body. I grazed my hands upon anything that could lift me up but to my avail, there was nothing. I fell, earning a loud sound from the floor.

I continued to make my way to the dresser.

With a heart full of frustration I angrily swiped the phone from the holder.

I dialed a number and with a few rings, they answered.

"Oh hello."

I sighed and spoke into the phone. "Where are they?"

"Layla and Nancy? They are in America."

"I want you to send them an email, an anonymous one." I marked with a pause. "Let them know that they aren't safe anywhere that they go."

"I will keep an eye on them. We already have someone assigned to watch their every move."

I sighed in relief. "Perfect. And I have astounding news. I'll tell you after you tell me the name of the gang member." I pressed.

"Oh, the name of the guy watching them in Johnson Hendrick, he is rank 9/10 in the gang. Member time is 12 years." They informed me.

A grin plastered on my face as the information flowed from their lips. "Thanks, I'll tell you the news later. Just send an ambulance to my location."

"No problem. Questions?"

"Hapana, talk to you soon." I said before I hung up the phone.

I crawled over to my pool of coagulated blood and played in it; feeling content.

"Let's fuck it up." I told myself, giggling.

Layla's POV

After an hour or so of making Michael completely different, I finnaly finished.

I whipped the sweat that beaded on my face and handed Michael the mirror.

"I look diffrent, every single time! Good job Layla." He held out his hand.

I highfived him and we stood up to go to KFC.

"You ready Mike?"

"Yeah, let's go." He smiled.

Hello! Here's the update some of y'all been inboxing me for. I made it very long this time. I hope that you enjoyed it, as much as I did writing it. With summer 3 days away for me, updating won't be a problem since I do nothing with my summers. I love writing these things for y'all.

PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT, AND GIVE ME FEED BACK. PLEASE Y'ALL. VOTE FOR ALL MY CHAPTERS. YOU'LL SEE MORE DRAMA, PLOT TWISTS, CLIFFHANGERS, MURDER, AND DRAMA. SO PLEASE BE PATIENT.

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~Kenny 💜✨