𝟏𝟔.
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- 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢
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Fazon and I laid across my bed, he stared out of the window at the view while I stared at our reflection in the mirror.
His head was rested on my stomach and one of his arms were threw over me. My hands rested on his head massaging his scalp which seemed to calm both me and him.
We've been like this since we got back here two hours ago, just sitting in the comfortable silence of eachother.
We hadn't spoke about what happened in Chicago, he didn't want to and I didn't want to pressure him.
I knew the media was flaunting the story everywhere, which is why we hadn't been on our phones since the whole thing happened.
We were just in our own little bubble, where nothing else existed. We weren't famous, we didn't have the media in our face all the time. We were just two people in love, enjoying eachothers company.
"You hungry?" He asked looking at me breaking the silence and my thoughts.
I looked down at him, I was about to shake my head no before I heard my stomach growl and nodded my head.
He stood up and stretched, "Lemme cook for you." He said as I eyed him before I smirked, "What you gone make me?"
He shrugged scratching his head, "Ion know yet, I gotta see what you got here."
"Okay come on." I mumbled getting out of the bed and followed him to the kitchen.
I sat on the bar stool and leaned against the island as I watched him look inside the refrigerator.
He began pulling different things out, before he went into my cabinets. He looked inside every single one until he found the seasonings. Setting the seasoning he chose on the counter next to the food he had set out.
I just watched him focus on the meal he was preparing for the both of us.
"What you finna make?" I asked making him look at me, "Fish and spaghetti." He said making me scrunch my face up.
"Fish don't go with spaghetti." I told him making him look at me crazy, "What?"
"Who eats fish with spaghetti."
"Everybody muhfucka, who don't?"
"Nobody eat that shit together. That must be some weird shit ya'll eat where you from." I shook my head as he shook his as well.
"That shit crazy as hell." He said as he thawed out the fish and I just watched him move around in the kitchen.
"Can you even cook forreal though?" I asked as he straight faced me, "Stop tryna' play me girl."
"I'm just askin', ian never had no food cooked by you before." I shrugged as he smacked his lips, "Yes I can cook nigga." He waved me off as he put the italian sausage into the pan.
[A/N: Ground beef is nasty asf in spaghetti]
"Play some music." He said making me scrunch my face up, "Ion wanna listen to no music."
