Odell and Kenya have been best friends throughout college. As graduation approaches and both their lives are set to change, they evaluate whether they should be more than friends.
We had just got checked into our hotel about 20 minutes ago and he was laid down on his bed, on his stomach looking at me crazy.
I was by the window trying to find my light. It was about 4 in the evening, but the light was still out.
"Taking a selfie what does it look like." I clicked flash.
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And I posted on Instagram with the caption:
It's amazing how much your soul glows when you are genuinely happy. In Mississippi with my boo thang @kidfury (Brandon) and my soul is glowing.
"Bitch don't tag me in your thirst traps. Put them titties away." Brandon said when he got the notification.
"My titties are not out for your info." I hit his butt, and got on my bed in the hotel room.
I'm sure Lira Galore says the same thing."
I got a notification from Odell.
Iam_objxiii: 👀👀👀👀👀👅👅
Kenya_Morris: @iam_objxiii get off my page lil thirsty.
Iam_objxiii: as Fetty said, "you look so damn fine doe, I'm trying to see if I can hit it from behind doe 😏
Kenya_Morris: never in a million years. Adios buster ✌🏿️
My phone rang. It was him Facetiming me.
"Hey baby." I picked up.
"Don't be posting no thirst trap ass pictures. Looking all good and shit. Only post ugly shit. I don't want niggas knowing you look that good." He said walking outside.
"Goodbye Odell." I rolled my eyes.
"You gon come to the room. We on our way back now." He walked through his hotel lobby doors. They had a meeting with their coach and were headed back to their rooms now.
"Yeah. I'll be over. What's your room number?"
"218."
"Aight."
We hung up.
"You want to come with me to they hotel?" I asked Brandon who was drifting off to sleep.
