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Since LaMelo told me he was moving, I've wanted to spend every second of every day with him.

I'm currently at home with LaMelo.

My mom is at work because her boss called her in today, she doesn't usually work on Satuday.

LaMelo is flipping though the television channel's with one arm around me.

I'm laying in his arms.

"Go back!" I yell.

"Why?" LaMelo asked turning the channel back.

"The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was on!" I say.

"That's your favorite show huh?"

I nod my head.

"Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air!" I sing along to the theme song.

"In West Philadelphia, born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood!" LaMelo sings along.

I look at him and I smile.

"I'm gonna miss you," I say to him.

"I'm going to miss you more," LaMelo responds.

"This sucks," I sigh. "You leave tomorrow!"

"Trust me, I've tried to stay, but my dad said I already agreed and blah blah blah!" LaMelo groans.

I sigh.

"Hey, no sad faces till I leave! You have me now, spend your time wisely!"

"Hm, I will!"

I kiss LaMelo's lips and I feel him smirk into the kiss.

He pulls my body on top of his and makes me straddle his waist.

He keeps on kissing me and I kiss him back.

I kiss down his neck and I suck on it.

I pull away looking down at LaMelo. "I don't know what time it is!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.

"We may not have to do it." I say.

"Do what?"

"To do it,"

"Who says I wanna do it?" LaMelo asked.

"Actions speak louder than words," I giggle at him.

"Hm, you're right!" LaMelo pulls me down for another kiss.

We break the kiss so I can pull my shirt over my head and LaMelo flips us over.

He kisses down my neck and he continues down my stomach.

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