𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼

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A few hours later, my mom walks into my room to find me and LaMelo playing Fortnite.

"You guys ready to go?' my mom asked while shaking her car keys.

"Whenever you are Mama D" LaMelo states while grabbing his things.

My mom laughs and walks downstairs.

I wait for LaMelo to grab his things and then I walk downstairs with him.

"Bye guys," I say while my mom and LaMelo walk outside. My mom looks at me with an eyebrow raised.

"What do you mean bye, you're coming too so move your little ass."

I roll my eyes and I lock the front door with the keypad.

I walk to the car and LaMelo looks at me with a smile on his face.

"Looks like someone got in troub-" LaMelo starts to say.

"Shut up and get in the car!" I smack his arm before stepping into the car.

As my mom pulls out of the driveway I spot a punch buggy driving down the street.

"Punch buggy!" I exclaim while reaching over and hitting my mom softly.

I look at LaMelo and he is smirking at me.

"What?" I asked him as he keeps on smirking.

"You didn't say no punch backs." LaMelo states.

Before I have a chance to react he punches me in my thigh.

"That's not how we play, right mom?" I asked while crossing my arms.

"Don't bring me into this!" My mom replies with a soft chuckle.

"Let's play the license plate game!" LaMelo suggests.

"How do you play that?"

"We're in California so if you see a plate from another state you'd call out the name of the state and punch someone!" LaMelo explains.

"Alabama!" My mom yells while punching me in the arm.

I narrow my eyes at her and smack my lips.

"No fair," I say. "We didn't even start the game yet. I was not ready!"

"Too bad," LaMelo states.

I smack my lips again.

"Are you ready now?" My mom asked.

I nod my head yes while looking out the window for a license plate outside of California.

"Oh Nevada!" I exclaim while reaching to the back seat and punching LaMelo.

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We finally make it to LaMelo's house and my mom has to use the restroom so I follow LaMelo into his house.

I wait by the front door and I see a big ass dog running at me.

"Oh hell nah!" I yell while running away from the dog.

I end up running down a long hallway that leads to the kitchen.

LaMelo starts to die laughing.

"GET THIS FUCKIN DOG AWAY FROM ME LAMELO!" I yell while hopping on a chair near the dining room table.

"Dip, come here!" I hear a female voice say.

Dip runs to the girl and she bends down to pet the dog.

LaMelo walks over to me and I smack his arm.

"You're afraid of dogs?" LaMelo asked.

I nod my head in return still on the chair.

Daniella walks over to us and the dog follows her.

"Dip go sit!" Daniella exclaims while pointing to a doggy bed.

Dip starts to walk away and I let out a sigh.

"Nah Dip, come here!" LaMelo states.

Dip runs to LaMelo happily.

"When I choke slam you little boy!" Daniella says while glaring at LaMelo. "Go sit Dip!"

LaMelo laughs before telling the dog to stay.

Dip stays by LaMelo.

Daniella tries to tell Dip to move but he listens to LaMelo.

"Who do you think he's gonna listen to? Me or you, Daniella?"

Daniella rolls her eyes before smacking her lips.

"You're so annoying!" She states while walking upstairs.

I hear the bathroom door open and my mom walks to us.

"Let's go Daya," she states.

"I can't move from this chair momma!" I say while glancing at the dog.

"It's just a dog, come on now." My mom laughs.

"LaMelo please get your dog to move," I say nicely.

LaMelo looks at me with a smirk before laughing again.

"Mm," he states while sucking on his bottom lip. "You're lucky your mommas here!" LaMelo says his voice sounding sexy as fuck.

I watch him at he grabs his dog by the collar and motions for me to walk by.

I hesitate before placing a foot on the floor.

I do a tiny run past the dog and I walk to the door.

"Oh shit!" I hear LaMelo say.

I look up and I see his fucking dog running at me again.

My eyes widen and I sprint my ass down the hall and out the front door closing it behind me.

I hear my mom and LaMelo laughing from the other side of the door.

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