Alaya (India Westbrooke) decides to move out of her mom's house at age eighteen and find her own spot.
It's an apartment... a luxury apartment ;)
But she finds out she has roommates. Nine of them.
And they're boys.
How will it turn out?
Will it be...
Shout out to coolkidz1389 ! Yass! That's you in mm!
****************************************************** "So what y'all do?" My dad asked.
I groaned and threw my head back. He always do this...
"Daddy, bruh really?" I asked.
"What, I'm just asking."
"I'm a dancer," D said.
"Like, what type of dance?"
"Hip Hop mostly," he said, shrugging.
"That's nice. How bout you?" My dad asked pointing at Taj.
"Oh, I'm going to college this semester for Tech and Engineering," he said.
I gasped. "What? Taj, you going to college?! And for Tech and Engineering?!"
"Yeah, so I can help Trent out," he said.
"I'm just do surprised right now. One, I didn't know you were going to college. Two, you're smart enough to go to college?"
"Laya, don't do that boy like that!" My mama said, tapping my arm.
"Ma, you don't know how this boy act on a regular basis," I said.
"Slow," all the boys said. Even Taj said it himself.
"You shoulda went Lay. You coulda easily done designing or something, you know how you like to–" I cut my dad off.
"Okay! This is their interview, not mine! Trent, what do you do?"
"I make music," he said, looking in his phone.
"You sing or rap?" Chris asked.
"Shut up," I said.
"Naw, he coo. I rap."
"Wants some names of yo songs?" Chris asked.
"You finna look me up lil nigga?" Trent asked.
"Yeah nigga!"
"Ight. I got Know Wassup, that shit banging. I Just Wanna, that's lit too–"
"Using my word," I said, not looking up from my phone.
"Aye chill," he said. "Do You Like It When I, Letter To The World, My Lil Shawty–"
"Hold up nigga! I can only search one song and listen to it! I'm bout to see if it's hittin though!" Chris said, putting his earphones in his ears.
"Yo lil brother coo," Trent said to me.
"No, he's not," I said.
"You just mad," Trent said.
We went back and forth for a while, until there was a knock on the door.
"Ooh, she here!" Jock said, hopping up and jogging to the door.
"Who is she?" I asked.
"Well, since we bringing important people over, I thought why not bring somebody important to me. Meet Aysa," he said as he opened the door. When she came in, everybody's mouth dropped. Chris dropped his mouth and his phone.
We stood there for a while, and she was just standing there blushing.
Finally, I picked up my mouth and said, "That's not his girlfriend, that's a supermodel."
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