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Layla's POV

I flipped in my bed numerous amounts of times.

It's just too hot.

I stirred a little too much, and I fell straight off the bed, but something broke my fall. I heard grunts underneath me.

I got off this object and turned on my lamp. When the bulb illuminated it's light. I was greeted with Michaels face. He was wide awake; pouting.

Oh shoot.

I dimmed the lights, so my mother's sleep won't be interrupted. Once I was finished, I squatted down the Michaels level. "I am so so sorry! I didn't see you, honestly, I didn't even know you came."

He sighed heavily and smiled. "Well, I came in the middle of the night. It's too cold in my room. And besides, your mini fridge has more snacks." He giggled.

I gasped and knitted my brows. I poked his slightly popped out belly. "So you've been eating all the Jell-O cups." I whispered yelled.

He got up, and threw his cover on the side. "Yep, do we have a problem?" He whispered, inching closer to my face; attempting to intimidate me.

I gulped softly. "Yes, we do, and so does your breath, go brush your teeth."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're so lame Layla." He waved his hand at me, as he walked into the restroom.

I shook my head as I watched him close the door.

I walked over to the small mini fridge and grabbed some leftover ugali, and mayai we had. My mother's mayai or eggs, are the best.

I plopped down criss cross apple sauce; what I call it; and closed my eyes to say a prayer.

Jesus wept.

I apologized to God for the short prayer, and began to dig in to my food. I grabbed a chunk of the magical ugali, and grabbed the egg. I plopped the vivid food in my mouth. Automatically, I began to feel happy; somewhat missing home.

I grabbed a towel off the top of my mini fridge and wiped my hands. Afterwards, I proceeded to the shiny, Brown, antique dresser that held some of my belongings. I moved my clothes out the way to see my Record Player. Right underneath were a few records. I had a lot, but I kept my favorites in the drawer.

I got my favorite album by Lucky Dube, may he rest in peace.

I took the large record out, and placed it in the record player. I turned the nob down slightly, so it's faint enough for me to hear it. It's a relaxing tune also. I placed the needle on the rerecord, and let the music play.

When it resumed, I just hummed lightly to the tune, swaying back and fourth, and occasionally snapping my fingers.

Michaels POV

I got used one of Layla's spare towels, and wiped the water droplets off my face. I turned the lights off and closed the door lightly; being considerate of Ms. Nancy's sleep.

I was about to call Layla, but she was turned around, listening to a light tune. I listened closely to the melody, because you can learn a lot about a person, from listening to their favorite song. It says the words that someone can't.

She sung lightly with this Rasta Man, I'm assuming reggae "Sun went down on a mountain. Birds flew back to their hiding places. Leaving him standing there, like a telephone pole. In the still of the night, you and I have dreamed. Dreaming of Romeo and Juliet. All he dreams about is the freedom of the nation, when every mind will be equal, in the eyes of the Lord. As he closes his eyes for the last time he said again. I'm still here in the house of exile, for the love of the nation." She swayed her hips lightly back and fourth.

I just watched her, she was absolutely stunning. She wore this beautiful silk, black halter top, and shorts to match. Her hair was neatly put in a bun, and her eyes were shut; taking in the music. Her plump lips were brought into this slight pout. The song began to cease and she sighed in complete happiness.

I walked a little closer to her, letting my presence be known. "Layla, that was a beautiful song." I said, tapping her shoulder.

She flinched slightly at my touch, but she quickly turned around to meet my face. "Thank you. It's called House Of Exile. It's my one of my favorite songs." She smiled slightly, biting her lip nervously.

I moved a stray curl out of her face, so I can see all of her beauty. "Well, it has beautiful meaning." I cupped her face inching closer to her.

God I love her.

Wait, what?

I brought my head down slightly. Her sweet breath tickled my lips. I inched slightly closer but pulled back, making her move towards me.

A tease wouldn't hurt anyone.

Finnaly, getting tired of the teases I met my lips with hers. Her lips were soft and cushiony. Her lips moved slowly; perfectly in sync with mines. I slowly seeped my tongue out, grazing her bottom lip, and the entrance of her teeth. She gladly accepted, and let my tongue explore her mouth. Our tongues danced together, and I pulled back slightly, smiling on her lips. With each breath, we created loud smacking sounds. She pushed me back lightly and began to gasp.

She was pinned against the dresser at this point, she put both of her hands back on the dresser, leaning back, facing me. "Slow your roll cowboy. You haven't even asked me on a date." She teased.

I giggled at her sense of humour. It was the best, at any given moment. She could make someone laugh during sex, shes hilarious.

"Well, you were being a crybaby when I tried to wine and dine you." I scoffed, waving my hand at her.

"Where?" She raised her brows.

"KFC, home of the free! Make any sense?" I wailed my arms.

She pushed me off her. "You suck." She scoffed, smiling.

"Only for you." I poked her back.

She was getting ready to sit by her mother and watch TV. Her mom was completely out, snoring occasionally.

She pat a spot on her bed. "Come sit."

I obliged, and hopped on her bed. I sat Indian style, facing her. I took both her hands in mine, and she stopped looking at the TV.

"What happened? Did you eat all the pudding cups now?" She whisper yelled.

I giggled at her. "No, I didn't." I placed a stay hair behind her ear. "I want to take you on a real date. You're one of my favorite people, you deserve more than KFC." I joked.

She wink recklessly with her mouth open. "Ahhh, so we moving it up to subway huh? We're going to do it big?" She teased.

"No! You choose, like an olive garden, a red lobster, or something. That's fancy to me." I brought her hands up to my heart.

"Well," she started. "Why pay 9,000$ for a piece of lettuce." She smiled.

"Okay, so where do you wanna go." I scooted her, so she's sitting on my lap.

She looked up, pondering. "Well, what is an olive garden? Do you lick your own olives and cook then the way you want?" She curiously asked me.

"No," I started, completely forgetting about where she's from. "It's a place that serves pasta, and diffrent garlic bread, how does that sound." I asked, pressing her head to my chest, rocking her back and fourth.

She took my free hand, and intertwined her small fingers with mine. "Well, I do like bread. Bread is a great thing." She giggled.

"You're silly." I giggled.

I was about to talk again, but her mom began to stir in her sleep. I threw Layla off me quicker then the speed of light. She hit her head on the bed frame.

I began to laugh hysterically as her mom got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

"Not funny." She pouted, rubbing her head.

"I'll let you guys talk, I need to freshen up, and shower." Her mother waved at us, sarcastically.

She is not a morning person.

Laylas POV

Once I heard the door close I got back on Michaels lap, continuing to talk to him. "I would love to go with you." I played with one of his stray curls on top of my head.
He sighed heavily before speaking. "Layla, I have to tell you something." He held my hand.

I got out of his lap, and looked at him directly. "What, what happened." I asked, seriously.

"I'm I'm." He stammered.

"C'mon, spit it out." I motioned my hand, reckoning him to talk.

"I'm pregnant." He told me looking down.

I gasped, and playfully pushed his chest, giggling at his humour. "Ugh, you suck! What's the real reason."

He smiled at me. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that, these couple weeks knowing you, you made my life happier in a short time. I do have to go back to my fans tho." I took her hand again.

"No Mike, I understand." I nodded at him.

"But, I have a 2 month break." He pointed at me.

I sighed in relief. "Okay, that's enough time to hang out." I giggled.

"But honestly." He started. "You make me so happy. I was lonely and depressed, before you came. I had nothing to do. I didn't think I could trust women because they always found a way to break my heart. But you, you're diffrent. You're my best friend before anything else. You make me laugh when I'm down, your exciting, and we always have something to do. You made me step out of my comfort zones in the best way possible. Not to mention you're a great kisser." He winked.

I clicked my tongue and winked back.

"Well, I wanted to ask you, if you would be my girl. You make me so happy. I want to share my life with you." He pulled my body close to his. "Will yah?"

I pulled back, and sighed. "No, I'm sorry."

I got off the bed, walking away.

He got off as well. "Wait, why?" He grabbed my arm so I could face him.

I looked him in the eyes seriously. "Because I'm a lesbian." I began to snicker.

He pushed me lightly. "You scared the crap out of me Layla." He laughed.

I laughed with him "Yes Michael, yes, yes, yes, I will be you girl." I jumped into his arms.

He embraced me back, rocking me back and fourth.

My mom opened the door in the middle of the moment. "Ahh, what's this?" She dragged, with a toothbrush in her mouth, a towel in her hair, and a reckless face mask on.

"What is this?" I motioned to me and Michael. "What is that on your face?" I giggled. Michael pursed his lips, suppressing his laughs.

"Kitumbo wewe." She flicked me off, going back into the bathroom.

I laughed at Michael, and walked back over to my dresser. There was another record underneath the Lucky Dube one.

This was one of the few American records that I liked. I can't even believe they made records of these albums now a days. I placed a Bryson Tiller single on the record.

He is quite talented. Sometimes I embarrass myself singing because I say the words incorrectly. I have an accent, so hey.

I glanced at Michael who was sitting on the bed, watching the news. He had a horrid look on his face. I paused the track before it could begin, and I attended to him.

I looked at the screen, and it was the media talking all that shit. Again.

I snatched the remote and turned off the TV. I faced Michael and held his face in my hands.

"Am I really ugly baby?" He asked innocently; tears streaming down his face.

"Is a pigs pussy yellow?" I asked him.

"No?" He dragged, slightly smiling.

"Then no. You're not ugly. Did you see that guys reseeding hairline. His got an ugly unibrow looking like squilliam fancy son. He mad that God snatched his hairline, and rebuked his hairline membership. I bet when he had hair, it was a free trial. His forehead is brighter then my future. I bet his forehead gets home before he does. His head is so damn big, he could even loose his mind if he wanted to." I toasted the man on the TV; hoping Michael would laugh.

To my advantage, Michael began to laugh hysterically at my jokes and clutch his stomach. "Oh my goodness, you did not Layla." He breathed hard.

"Oh I did." I poked his tummy tickling him.

He laughed some more and finnaly cheered up. "You always make me feel better. You're the best." He got off and hugged me tightly.

I held him tightly in my arms as well. After a couple of seconds of hugging, he pulled back.

Just then, and idea hit me, a good one.

I winked at him, and walked slowly to me record player. I played the song, and began to walk slowly back to him.

Time for a Kenyan greeting.

Pray you get that job in town cause, that's only four hours away, take a car take a plane baby which ever is faster, whichever one is in a hassle.

I started to roll my hips slowly, I put my index finger underneath his chin and brought him closer. He put his arms on my hips, as I danced with the slow beat yet up tempo music.

I pushed Michael on the floor so that I was on on top of him. I sat in his lap and began to tease him, like he did me. "I'll fuck your soul out releasing your spiritual, I'll be your muse bring your easels and pencils too, here you go you trying tease with them pictures." I ran my finger slowly down his chest.

I sang the next part, millimeters away from his lips. "You can ride on me just like you ride the elliptical." I rode him slowly, rotating my hips clock wards.

I changed all the pro nouns to he, and him as well. "All I need is mental you know I'll work you out get you right with your physical. Oh it's just another interlude. Asking all those questions, boy you know I don't do interviews." I danced on him, bringing my head down to kiss his neck. He grunted in response. He threw his head back as I found the sweet spot on his neck. I began to suck on it mercilessly.

I stopped and began to dance again. He began to sweat, and hold my hips as I moved.

He tugged at the hem of my silk shorts. I removed his hand and placed in on my chest. He moved it slowly down my body.

I got back up, and bit my lip. Just when he thought there was more, I got up, paused the track, and sat on my bed like nothing happened.

He dazzily got up and gasped. "Damn baby, how are you going to work me up like that, and not do anything." He softly asked.

I brought his face to mine. "Because, for one, you teased me when we kissed." Be rolled his eyes.

"For two, you got to get ready for our date. And my mom's still singing in the shower, listen." I pointed to the bathroom door.

My mom recklessly sang in the shower. "When I walk in there with a iddy bitty waste, and my round thing in your face you get sprung."

"See." I pointed my thumb to the door.

"You're right baby. But I'll go get ready. You get prettied up as well." He kissed my face, before he proceeded to the door.

"Okay!" I waved. "Stay flat." I winked.

"Stay curly." He winked back.

He closed the door, an I was left with my thoughts.

What should I wear?

Ooh, it is hot in here. I blushed like a mf writing that. But hey, this story is lit, the show must go on. But stay tuned for the next update! Aren't these two cute? Okay bye! Love y'all!

-Kenny ❤