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*inaudible barking😶*

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       ❧ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 dragged your feet, listening to the heel of your slides hit the concrete as you walked down to the workshop garage that was near Eren's apartment.

You bounced your basketball, dribbling it through your legs as you neared the garage door. You tossed your basketball from hand to hand as you pressed the button, watching the garage door open to reveal your boyfriend who was rummaging through his box of tools.

As you walked in, your ears perked up after hearing money trees by Kendrick Lamar playing lowly from his bluetooth.

"You really played basketball with your nails on?" Eren pulled out a green screwdriver as he slowly turned around to face his motorcycle that was on a stand in the middle of the garage.

"Yup," you responded lowly as you placed your basketball down onto the ground. You listened to the garage door close behind you as you leaned your body against the table that faced Eren's motorcycle.

You fixed your white tank top before crossing your arms against your chest, watching Eren work on fixing his motorcycle. Eren stuck his tongue out a bit as his muscle clenched each time he twisted the screwdriver with his fingers.

You admired how good Eren's muscles looked in the white tank top that he also wore. He lifted his shirt up, showing off his abs unintentionally as he rubbed his eye before going back to what he was doing previously.

Eren mumbled the lyrics under his breath as he turned around to find a new tool to use. He tossed the wrench in the air and caught it as he stood in front of his motorcycle again.

You started to drift off into your thoughts as you kept your eyes fixated on the tire of the motorcycle. Eren stopped mumbling the lyrics and darted his eyes at you after noticing you lose focus.

"Y/n," Eren called out to you. You shook your head and looked up at Eren who was drumming his fingers against the seat of his motorcycle, "You zoned out again, what's up?"

"My bad," you said quietly, rubbing the back of your neck as you looked down at your nike slides, "I was just thinking."

"About?" Eren raised an eyebrow as he continued to use the wrench on his motorcycle. You brought your hand down from your neck and to your shoulder, tracing your butterfly tattoo with your fingertips.

You parted your mouth open as you stared at Eren who was still waiting for you to spill it out. Ever since the talk you had with Dominique, you couldn't stop thinking about Eren and what he did to you. It was all you could really think about.

"I was thinking about us," you blurted out as you stood up more straight. Eren slowly nodded after already catching on to what you meant.

"We can talk about it now, if that's okay with you?" Eren placed his wrench onto the table behind him as he pulled off one of his gloves and tossed it on the table.

You slowly nodded your head and pulled yourself up on the table that you were leaning against on as Eren picked up a stool and walked around his motorcycle stand. He placed the stool in front of you and sat down so he could be looking up at you.

"Take your time," Eren whispered to you after noticing how nervous you looked just by your movements. You rubbed your hand against your basketball shorts before you began speaking.

"Ian gon lie, I often think about whether you're gonna do it again," You looked down at your fingers as you slowly said "it", hoping that Eren knew what you meant.

"And listen I know that you're going to therapy to be a better person and I know that you're trying to change and I truly love that for you," you reached your hand out to place your hand under his chin.

"But what if you just give up on that and decide to do it once again...i'm worried about that Eren," you clasped your hands together on your lap as you stared at him.

Eren rubbed his lips together as he took in everything you said, "From what I'm hearing," Eren said lowly as he looked at his hands, "Trust is something we need to work on."

You nodded your head, signaling that you agreed to what Eren said.

Eren cleared his throat as he spoke out again, "Y/n don't feel bad for having these thoughts either, it's already my fault that you gotta overthink about this."

"I'm not perfect Y/n," Eren looked up at you, studying your face closely, "You worrying about whether I'll do it again is completely valid."

"But I can assure you," you felt Eren's arms cross against your thighs as he looked up at you, "We're gonna work it out, we're gonna built up that trust again, okay?"

You chewed your bottom lip as you nodded your head slowly. Eren copied your head movement as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Okay list some things that we can work on to build up that trust again," Eren asked as he backed his arms away from you to fold his hands together. You stayed silent as you thought about some ideas.

"Um we can openly communicate more, like the way we are right now?" you stuck up one finger as you began listing.

"Be real about our emotions and thoughts," Eren stuck up two fingers as he listed things off with you. You puckered your lips as you thought of more things.

"Try and move on and think about future us," you stuck up a third finger, listening to Eren hum at your statement.

Eren stuck up a forth finger, "Taking your time on everything honestly."

You gave him a small smile and stuck up your last finger, "And keep our promises?" Eren poked his bottom lip out, agreeing to everything you said. The two of you stayed in a comfortable silence for the next few seconds until Eren slowly rose up from the stool he was seated on.

You felt Eren's lips press against your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist as your head rested against his chest.

"You wanna talk some more?" Eren asked, rubbing your back in circles.

"Maybe later," you mumbled, hugging his waist tightly and not letting go, "Thank you."

Eren exhaled a soft chuckled as he pulled away from the hug, gently placing his hand under your chin to lift it up. He softly pecked your lips before walking back to the other side of the garage to continuing working on his motorcycle.

a/n: that was kinda short...oh well😍

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y'all i just realized i've been spelling "furrowed" wrong throughout this whole book 🙂 *sighs*

       

          ❧ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 wiggled your toes in your socks after pushing your slides to the side as you walked into your apartment. Hakeem poked his head up from behind the refrigerator as he watched you walk past the kitchen.

"Y/n," Hakeem hissed your name causing you to yelp. You FURROWED your eyebrows at Hakeem as he fully revealed himself from the refrigerator door.

"What?" you strolled towards the kitchen counter and propped your elbows on it, resting your chin on your hand.

"Danielle is coming..."

"Huh?"

"Danielle is coming," Hakeem said slowly so you could hear him clearly. Your mouth made an 'O' shape, realizing that your mom was coming down to New York to see you.

"She's coming? When?"

"She's arriving tomorrow, bitch she's in the air right now," Hakeem slowly blinked his eyes as he pointed up at the ceiling.

"I- why did she tell you before me," you moved your hand around in front of you as you squinted your eyes, in confusion.

"Check your phone," Hakeem crossed his arms, waiting for you to look at your messages, "She texted the group chat letting you, Kenny, and I know that she's coming."

"Nigga I left the group chat months ago, y'all kept spamming my phone," you scrolled through your recent messages, not finding the group chat that you were in with your mom and friends.

"She's bringing Rashawn and Brooklyn with her," Hakeem scratched behind his ear as he made a cringe facial expression.

"Not Rashawn," you snickered quietly, rubbing your eye with your fingers, "Stan Brooklyn though," you quickly pointed at Hakeem, watching him nod his head repeatedly in agreement.

"Hold up," Hakeem stuck up a finger in the air and later pointed at you, "White boy."

"Oh no...Hakeem did you tell Ma about, you know."

"Hell no," lifted up his top lip as he furrowed his eyebrows at you, "No matter how stupid Ere- I mean white boy looked, I refuse to see Danielle's bad side."

"Miss girl turns into a whole demon and ian with that shit," Hakeem added on as he titled his head to the side, slowly batting his eyes at the thought of your mom cussing Eren out for playing you, cussing you out for letting a man himself play you, and even cussing Hakeem out for not beating his ass for it.

"True," you tucked your lips in as you listened to your nails clacking against the counter, "You finna pick her up at the airport tomorrow?"

"Um no? Kenny bouta do that," Hakeem opened the refrigerator again and pulled out a bowl of his left over mac and cheese, "He insisted anyways."

"Of course he did," you shook your head, feeling your lips curve into a smile as you thought of Kendrick being really close to your mom, "Lemme go clean my room."

"Yeah go head and do that," Hakeem shoo'd you away, knowing that Danielle would march into the rooms first to check if they were clean or not.

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         ❧ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 and Kendrick leaned against the hood of his car as you both looked around the entranced of the airport, hoping to find a short, chubby darkskin woman exiting that entrance.

You had your hoodie on and arms crossed together as you felt your eyes growing heavy from being so tired. You felt your head being held up as Kendrick caught you from falling over.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" Kendrick carefully rested your head on his shoulder as he continued to look for your mom.

"Ion know, I kept procrastinating and ended up staying late to clean my room," you covered your mouth as you let out a quiet yawn. Kendrick slowly shook his head as he roamed his eyes around the crowded people that were walking out the airport.

Kendrick's smile grew wider as he watched your mom carrying a little girl in her arms while a tall, browskin male was following behind her, trailing two suitcases behind him.

"KENNY!" your mom loud squeals jolted you awake from your quick slumber. You rubbed your eyes, glancing at your mom who was waving crazily at Kendrick.

"HI DANIELLE!" Kendrick cupped his hand around his mouth as he shouted at your mom. You slowly walked to the passenger seat of Kendrick's car so he could drive towards your mom to make it easier for her and the others to get in the car.

As you stepped out the car, you felt your mom wrap her arms around and moving you side to side. She showered you with kisses all over your cheeks, nearly poking your eye with her lips.

"Agh Momma?" you giggled, gently pulling your mom off of you.

"You betta accept these kisses," your mom raised an eyebrow at you as she pulled up her white tube top, her large red rose tattoo that was on her shoulder, shimmered in the sunlight as she placed her hand in her hip.

"Ma your septum piercing," you pointed at your nose, gesturing for her to fix it. Your moms eyes looked down at her nose, making her looked cross eyed as she clicked her tongue to fix her piercing.

"Y/n!!!" a brown girl with curly pigtails jumped at you, wrapping her arms around your legs.

"Hey Brooklyn," you smiled, lifting her up into your arms, "How you doin bestie? You've gotten so big?!" you slowly swayed your body as you tickled her.

"I'm great, Danielle bought me more barbie dolls!" Brooklyn pointed at her sparkly pink bag that her dad had slung over his shoulder.

You looked at Brooklyn's dad and laughed, "Hey Rashawn, ladies got you on butler mood huh."

"It's not funny," Rashawn clenched his jaw, holding back his smile and laugh combined. You laughed even more at his attempt to not let himself laugh.

"You remember Kenny don't you?" You whispered to Brooklyn as you pointed at the pink haired male in front of you. Kendrick waved at Brooklyn as Brooklyn squinted at him.

"Mr Bubblegum man?" Brooklyn said unsurely as she tilted her head to the side, watching Kendrick's smile disappear.

"Yeah Mr Bubblegum Man," you giggled, remembering that Hakeem told her to call Kendrick that.

"How old are you now Brook?" Kendrick walked closer to you as he reached his hand out so he could carry Brooklyn in his hands.

"Um I'm 5 and a half," Brooklyn stuck up five fingers, smacking Kendrick's forehead. Kendrick let out a soft ouch as he rubbed his forehead. You turned back to look at Rashawn, folding your hands behind your back.

"Wheres my birthday money sir," you smiled innocently at Rashawn as he looked down at you, shaking his head, "It's long overdue."

"Gone," he said with a sharp sigh. He laughed at your smile fading away into a pout, "Kendrick mind if you open the trunk."

Kendrick hummed and gently placed Brooklyn back on the ground to help Rashawn with the luggage. You wrapped your arms around your mom as you rested the side of your face on her shoulder.

"I missed you," you whispered, rocking her body from side to side. Your mom poked your hip, causing you to jump a little from the sharp pain, "Momma?!"

"That's what you get for not wanting my kisses," your mom huffed dramatically as she looked away from you. You playfully rolled your eyes and held her hand so you can walk her to the passenger seat.