More Than Friends

Pimpin

Kenya POV-

"I am so damn sleepy." O yawned, took off his shirt, leaving him in just his boxer-briefs.

I was already in bed, with the only light being the tv. He got in the bed, wrapped his arms around me and put his head on my breast.

"This game stressing me out babe. Cause if we beat them and keep our perfect season, we got a good chance for the championship this year. So..." He sighed.

"I just want to perform. Then it's televised so you know that's extra pressure. People wanna know am I really good or all hype. It's just so much. But with you there it just makes all this shit easier. I love you so much." He put his head on my pillow, facing me, still holding me and kissed me.

"I don't think you understand how important you are to my game. Like its like knowing you out there each game just make me want to play even harder." He pecked my lips.

He closed his eyes as I massaged his scalp with my hands. I used to do that a lot while we were friends after games or practices. And I knew it relaxed him and he's going to need all the relaxing he can get with this news.

"I can't go baby." I just went on, grew a pair and told him the truth.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"You joking right?" He gave a little smirk.

"No. My professor set me up with a meeting with someone on the Rhodes committee."

He turned facing the ceiling and let out a huge sigh. He closed his eyes super hard, then opened them.

"You're still going to do great O. I'm
Always supporting you even if I can't physically be there."

He turned over with his back facing me and got into sleep position.

"Really O? You just gon ignore me."

"How am I ignoring you if I heard you." He said with an attitude, not turning around pulling the covers more towards his way.

"You are such a hypocrite Odell. You say all this shit about meeting half way. When in actuality you only want me to do the meeting."

He made snoring noises.

I hit him with the pillow. He snatched the pillow and put it under his head.

"You are so petty. You know how important this is to me and you just... Whatever." I turned facing away from him. With my back facing him. I cut off the tv. We were in the dark.

"I don't have a right to be mad." He asked.

"Stop talking to me Odell."

"No you brought it up. Let's talk. I come home and tell you, I can't make something important to you, you ain't gon be mad?"

"No because if it's something equally as important to you, I would understand and support you."

"I do understand and I do support you. But I'm still mad. And I'm going to continue to be mad, until I don't want to be mad no more." He said play angry.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes in the darkness. "You are such a chauvinist. You would prefer for me to be some football wife that depends on you for everything with no hopes and dreams. You want my only goal in life to be kissing your ass and doing what you want me to do."

"And you would be 100 percent accurate. Women don't need hopes and dreams. They got men to do that for them."

I kicked him under the covers. He kicked me back.

"Don't put your fucking giant as feet on me." I told him.

"And don't put them monster claws on me."

I elbowed him in the back.

"Don't make me call the police and tell them you being domestically violent. Cause I'll do it and your ass won't be going nowhere Saturday, cause you'll be in jail."

"You are so full of shit Odell."

"Why I gotta be all that?"

"Because you are. And I hope something comes out of this so I can go to England and leave your ass for Prince Harry."

"So now you a race traitor?"

"I know you ain't talking mr. I date all the average ass beckies." I said referring to his list of past chicks. Most of them white, who were the epitome of average.

"Well you know what, I hope something comes out of it too. So I won't have to deal with you and your werewolf side burns anymore."

I didn't respond to his ignorance.

"I'm talking to you." He turned around and popped me in the back of my neck with his fingers.

I slapped his thigh. It was the nearest to me.

He pulled me close into his body and laid his face on mine.

"Get off of me." I told him annoyed.

"No." He kissed my cheek.

I wiped it off. He did it again.

"O just get away from me."

"No you gon listen to what I have to say. Am I mad? Yes. Will I get over it by Saturday? No. Am I happy for you? Yes and no. Yes because I support your dream. No, because I thought we settled what was going to happen after graduation, and I'm facing the possibility of loosing you to England for two years and I'm  trying to figure out if you do get it, how am I going to navigate my first couple of years in the NFL with my 1 across the ocean. But when I told you I loved you I meant that. And when I told you, I supported you. I meant that. So while I am mad, disappointed, whatever, I am still standing with you. 13 is nothing without the 3. Which means without me you basic. But it's nothing without the 1 either. Even though with it without you, I'll never be basic.

I turned to face him. "You are such an arrogant loser." I chuckled.

"Just so You know if we lose I'm blaming you." He kissed my lips.

"Whatever."

"Go be great and make a lot of money and bring it all back to me."

"You sound like Brandon. Both y'all gold diggers."

"I'm not ashamed of my gold-digging status. You know how much money CEOs of companies like Johnson and Johnson make? L'Oreal, Maybeline? Shoot, you start you a company like them, we'll be billionaires."

"Ain't no we. It'll be my money."

"No see that's not how pimping works. I send you on the hoe stroll, your hoe stroll being one of these corporate companies, you make your money and bring it all back to me. And I give you what I think you deserve."

"Boy." I rolled my eyes.

"So you make sure you bring Daddy Dell back the right amount otherwise, Daddy Dell gon have to beat somebody ass." He slapped my ass.

"Odell go to sleep." I kissed his lips and turned away from him.

He brought me closer into his body. His leg between mine, his face on mine and his arms wrapped around me.

"Proud of you baby." He kissed my cheek.

I intertwined my small hands, with his huge ones and we drifted off to sleep.