I made my way downstairs only to find Jay cooking. I checked the time to see it was just twelve thirty. I turned around and made my way back into the living room picking up my phone seeing I had some adds on snapchat, follows and other shit on Instagram and twitter.
"That shower was life girl!" Bianca yelled startling me. I locked my phone and put it on my coffee table turing my attention to Johnny Bravo.
"Here bae." I looked up and saw Jay holding two plates full of chicken alfredo. I sat up and grabbed a plate from her while she found a spot next to me on the couch.
"When did you start cooking this?" I asked wondering because I hadn't been downstairs that long.
"I came downstairs earlier and started on it. Im surprised you didn't hear me." I giggled at myself. I must of been knocked out on the couch.
"Oh. Okay." I turned my attention back to the tv and started to eat.
"Excuse me love birds?" Jay and I looked up at Bianca who was standing there with her hands on her hip.
"Its some in the kitchen." Jay said with a slight attitude. I laid my head on her shoulder and grabbed her hand signaling her to relax but I knew she really wasn't going to listen.
"Thank you very much." Bianca showed some attitude back and made herself a plate then disappeared back into my room.
"Ive lost my appetite." I put my half ate food on the coffee table and got up going outside. It was to much tension in the house and I couldn't take it. Its something going on that isn't being said.
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Blind Date
Non-FictionEver Been On A Blind Date? I Have. Its Not Always Fun. Exactly Why We Dont Let Our Friends/Best Friends Hook Us Up Anymore Without Getting A Name And Picture. Heres My Story.
