Cassiopeia Odette.
Manhattan house
August 7, 2021
4:30pm
"How was the shoot?" Melo asks as I plop down on the couch next to him with a loud groan
"Exhausting" I mumble
"What happened"
"Just a lot of makeup and outfits and hair and stuff" I sigh and reach over Melo to pull the blanket off the arm of the couch and onto me
"Scuse you fool" Melo flicks me
"Shh"
"What if I was cold?"
"Shoulda got off that phone and put the blanket on. Just talkin to ta- AGH" I flinch away from his ice cold hand at the back of my neck
"Talkin to talk huh?"
"Man shut up" I scooch closer to him and pull the blanket over the both of us
"Tell me more"
"Ain't much to tell, just got ushered around and photographed the whole day. I'm exhausted tho"
"Mm" he mumbles
"How was your day?"
"Chill"
"Tell me more" I mock
"Nah, you'll see"
"What you mean"
"Take yo ass to sleep. Askin all dem questions,"
I suck my teeth and get up, yanking the blanket off of him to stretch around my shoulders
"Ain't neva meet a guy with so much unprovoked sass"
He sucks his teeth and looks down at his phone "You lucky you pretty, cause I swear-" he begins mumbling and making stank faces
"Lamelo, shut up" I roll my eyes and begin the walk to my room. Finally, I could take a nap after hours of camera flashes and tasking poses
~~
"Ow!" I jolt awake from a pillow being thrown at my head. Melo stands at the other end of the room staring at me with a small smile
"Wake up and get ready" he says
"Get out fo I get mad" I hurl the pillow at him and lay back down
"Ain't nobody scared of yo lil ah, get up" he throws the pillow back at my head
"Fo what" I pull the covers over my face, partially because I'm ready to go back to sleep and also because I don't feel so cute after waking up from a nap and I have a feeling I've got drool crust
"We got stuff to do"
"Like?"
"Like get ready"
"For?"
"Woman, get yo funk ass up n let's get going. I run a tight ship round h-"
"Get out my room fo I lose my mind bruh"
"Get ready" he makes his exit, slamming the door behind himself
~~
"What's your love language, Lamelo" I look down at his fingers intertwined with mine
"Touch. Don't call me dat" he doesn't glance back while guiding me through the streets of Manhattan
"Why not? I don't like Melo"
"Ow," I run into Melo's back when he stops abruptly. He quickly pushes me off him and turns around
"You rude, you know dat? I'm tryn do sumn nice fo yo sake so Ion have to hear you bitchin bout it later but you makin it real hard"
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Him and I
RomanceCassiopeia is a twenty-one year old, freshly graduated college student, trying to find her position in the world. When her parents inform her of an arranged marriage and no ultimatum but to get married and take over the family business she's pressed...
