Love can change a lot. The way you walk, talk, smile, think.
It can unfreeze a cold heart, or can it?
The fire of love can do a lot, but what can it do for two cold hearted adults out of Chicago?
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October 5th, 2019
One week later...
"THESE NIGGAS BE BITCHES, THESE BITCHES WITH EM IN DISGUISE!"
I woke up to Izzy's loud ass, jumping across the room. I was not in the mood and he knew exactly how I was in the morning.
"THEY CLAIMING THAT THEY REAL, BUT I CAN SEE IT IN THEY EYES!" I heard him getting closer to me.
Once he got closer to me, I pulled him down onto the bed. He faked a scream and started squirming, making me laugh.
"Can you shut up?" I mushed his head.
He got back up and started jumping on the bed. Next thing I know, Moo's loud ass came into the room.
"THESE NIGGAS DON'T WANT WAR WIT US!" He started to yell.
Now I had two mentally challenged men jumping around in my room. I groaned, getting off the bed.
This is what you wanted.
"No it's not" I groaned.
I picked up my phone and FaceTimed Emani. Once she picked up, I flipped the camera to show her Izzy and Moo. She started laughing, making Moo stop dancing and come over to me.
"Where that little nigga at?" He asked.
I watched as Emani rolled her eyes. Like me and him, Ezra clicked with Moo almost instantly.
"He's still sleep like y'all should be" she answered.
I looked at Moo as he smiled at her.
And I oop-
It won't none of my business.
"Can you tell your sisters that we're having a movie night tonight?" Moo spoke to her.
I raised my eyebrows at him, not disagreeing. We did need to do something because I don't mess with clubs anymore.
"I got you" she answered.
Moo ended up taking my phone and walking out my room. I just hope he didn't go scrolling through shit. Izzy had calmed down and was now kissing my shoulder.
