London's Guard Is Falling Down

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

[𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒]

"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄."

"You come at me."

"See, you're scared of me, I know you are."

"Okay, Paris," London replied simply. "You're so delusional."

"Now you're trying to diagnose me. Oh, we definitely gotta fight."

  "Swing then, Paris. All that damn talking but no action, scary."

  "Who's scared, London?!"

  "You, Paris!"

  "Hold up, let me put my hair in a ponytail cause you're not about to be pulling my hair. Okay? It's real. Yeah, black girls can have long natural hair, too."

  "Not once did I ever say they couldn't, but go off."

  "Mm, okay."

  I put my hair up in a bun and put the hood of my hoodie over my head.

  "What's up?" I said, approaching London and bumping my chest against his.

  He bumped me back, causing me to stumble back but I caught myself

  "Yeah, watch yourself."

  Before I bumped him back, I was swept off my feet and tossed over his shoulder. Then I felt my back lightly press against the floor. London got on top of me, careful not to put all his weight on me, and pinned me down.

  "Again, what if you're hurting my baby — our baby?"

  "Again, babies are in your uterus, love."

  "You're hurting L.J. Junior."

  "I'm assuming the L's for London, but the J . . .?"

  "Junior. Like London Junior, dodo."

  "You said, L. J. Junior."

  "Okay."

   "London Junior Junior, Paris?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Fine, just L.J."

  "That's better."

I attempted to get up but my wrists were pinned above my head.

"This is the equivalent of pulling hair, let me up."

He released my wrists and allowed me to stand up.

"You want to do round two?"

"Round two of what?" I questioned.

"Fighting."

"That fight was not round one, you didn't even give me a chance to prepare myself before you attacked me."

"I attacked you?"

"Very much so, yes."

"Fine, let's do round one. Whoever ends up on the floor first loses."