One Shots

hotel | rich the kid

"Mama I'm finna go to the lobby." You were at the Marriott Hotel with your mom for a convention with all of her older friends. You didn't have anything else to do that weekend, so why not spend it with your mom?

"Alright, be safe. Scream if somebody snatch you." She kissed your cheek and ran her hair through your brown braids. You rolled your eyes.

"Mama, I'm seventeen. Nobody's gonna snatch me. I'm too grown." You laughed.

She smacked her lips then rolled her eyes. "Bye girl." She kissed your forehead as you headed to the lobby.

You sat in the blue chair then pulled your gold phone out of your brown purse. You were taking pictures until you saw a pair of all white forces. Those were your all time favorite shoes and you loved to wear them, and see how other people wore them.

You looked at the guy who had them on. He had on grey sweats and a black jacket. It was a basic outfit but it was almost midnight so you understood. You looked the brown skinned dude up and down. He had red dreads and a Gucci backpack on his back but you couldn't see his face.

You kept looking at him as he walked through the lobby. You kept catching glimpses of his face but you never caught his full face at once.

He was walking past you. You looked up at him but when he made eye contact with you, you immediately tried to shift your eyes on something else.

"Wassup lil mama." He laughed when he saw you stop gawking at him.

"Hey." You said in a soft voice then giggled. He walked to the elevator and you grinned to yourself. Even though you were 17, no boy has ever talked to you or hit on you in person. It was always on Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, or Facebook. Point is: you always got play on social media, but not in person, so that little greeting excited you.

You got your things and went towards the automatic door and sat outside on the black bench because you were starting to get chilly so you wanted to get a feel of the hot summer air. You saw the guy with the red dreads walking through the lobby again so you darted to the doors.

You put your headphones in your phone and started laughing. You were acting like you were on the phone.

"Yes Taylor girl, somebody stole my lipgloss!" You giggled at your home screen. "Yes! The clear one from Victoria's Secret!" You looked up and saw the dude in front of you. He looked back at you and chuckled.

You laughed and was about to reply to your fake conversation but he stopped in front of you. "Hey."

"Hol up." You pointed to your phone. "Taylor, lemme call you back." You hit a button on your phone, pretending you hung up on her.

"Hey." You grinned, showing your left dimple and your slightly crooked smile. He smiled. People have told you that your smile was contagious.

"I saw you starin at a young nigga earlier." He laughed while you smacked your lips, looking away so he wouldn't see you smirking. "But it's all good lil mama. I was lookin at you too."

"I know, we kept makin eye contact." You said then laughed. This was your first time talking to a boy, a real boy in person and you thought it was obvious.

"Cause you was over there lookin all fine and shit. Had a nigga flabbergasted." You laughed and covered your mouth. It was a habit you had acquired because you had a gap and you didn't like it, so you covered it most of the time.

"Shut up. You too much." You waved him off. He chuckled and leaned against the door to the staircase.

"Nah forreal, you really is beautiful, on some real shit." He crossed his arms. You noticed he didn't have his backpack on and his jacket was open, showing his white beater. "You got a name?"

You nodded then told you your name. "What's yours?" He licked his lips then rubbed his chin hair.

"Dimitri, but call me Rich." He grinned. You smiled too because he was fine as hell. You had never seen a boy like him, never seen a boy who was bold enough to speak to you in person.

"Where Rich come from?" You asked. You were really curious because Rich wasn't a derivative of his name so you were confused.

"I'm just a rich nigga. Shit." He shrugged and you laughed. That was a dumb reason but it was funny.

"Rich the kid. I like that." You smiled and leaned against the wall opposite of him.

"Kid? Girl, I'm grown." He smacked his lips while you popped your gum.

"How old are you?" He looked like he could be in his early 20s but you wanted to know his age, not an estimate.

"Mane, don't even worry bout allat." He laughed. You laughed too.

"If I can't ask, that prolly mean you too young lil boy." You walked past him into the staircase.

"Mhm, how old is you?" He asked after walking behind you.

"19." You lied. You turned 17 last weekend. He chuckled as you walked up the stairs.

"What's funny?" You asked as he started to laugh harder.

"The fact that you lyin. You got ya I.D. in ya phone case lil mama. I know how old you really is." He chuckled and pulled you to the side by the fire alarm. "But it don't even matta to me, to be honest." He put his arms around your waist.

You were about to faint. A boy had never touched you or been close to you like the way you two were. His face was inches away from yours and his hands were resting on your flat butt. Both of you knew it was flat but it seemed like he didn't mind so you were cool with it.

You saw him lean in and you panicked. "You finna kiss me?" You asked. He laughed then flashed you a smile.

"Yeah if you let me."

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