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Sftlr Darling ??
~Malika's POV~
I grabbed my bag and headed towards the exit. I wasn't bothered to cook so I decided I'll just get food omw home. I headed out of the crowd and made my way down the road towards the high Street where all the shops were. After about 2 minutes of walking I saw a kebab shop and walked in. I ordered my phone then tapped away on my phone.. That was till I felt a hand around my shoulder ... Surprise surprise .. Joel ?
Me: can I help you ?
Joel: I didn't even do anything ...
Me: ughh... Yes Joel ?
Joel: better ?
I kissed my teeth and he threw me a smirk..
Joel: I just wanna talk... Get to know you..
Me: for why ?
Joel: can't a girl and a boy be friends ? ?
Me: lool no .
He hit my arm..
Me: alright man, we can talk ? where's your Asian friend tho
Joel: cashpoint
I nodded then he ordered his food and we waited until it was ready. When it was ready he played for mine... Me: aww how sweet
Joel: about how sweet? Massa you'll pay me back ?
I started creasing and then we sat down & ate... Then I thought to myself ...
Me: wait... Where do you come from ? Like country ?
Joel: I'm Ghanaian from my mum then Turkish and Lebanese from my dad .. And well British... Why ?
Me: cause only Ghanaians say Massa so Yh..
Joel: oh ? wbu ?
Me: Ghanaian & 1/4 Jamaican
Joel: oh sorry ? but tbh that explains that slap uno ??
Me: obviously mehn ?
We talked abit more and he's actually calmm... Besides the fact He's a fuckboy ? but tbh he was high and drunk so idk... When we were finished we just talked and talked... We made bare noise and the kebab man got a bit pissed... He started muttering in his language at Joel dashed the pitta bread at him and started speaking some next up language, the kebab man when silent as soon as Joel opened his mouth.. He kissed his teeth and said we should cut...
Me: are you okay ?
Joel: Yh the kebab man was just being a racist prick.. Yh we were being loud but still...
Me: just dw about it..
We walked a while and tbh I didn't know where we were going..
Me: Joel where we going?
Joel: I thought you knew ?
Me: omds you are a stewpidd
Joel: shut up ?
Me: but are you stormzy tho ?
Joel: bruv ?
He got out his phone and called a cab .. 15 minutes later the taxi finally came.. We got in and routed ...
Joel: ffs man !
Me: what ?
Joel: Christian has the keys.. I left my at home ffs..
¿ Christian ?
Me: call and ask where he is...
Joel: dead batt
Me: 6 Yh ?
Joel: Yh..
Me: you can use my charger.. He can get you from there..
Joel: Ayt kl, thanks..
Me: it's alright... Dw.
I told the taxi driver my address and sat back in my seat..
~Malika's POV~
I grabbed my bag and headed towards the exit. I wasn't bothered to cook so I decided I'll just get food omw home. I headed out of the crowd and made my way down the road towards the high Street where all the shops were. After about 2 minutes of walking I saw a kebab shop and walked in. I ordered my phone then tapped away on my phone.. That was till I felt a hand around my shoulder ... Surprise surprise .. Joel ?
Me: can I help you ?
Joel: I didn't even do anything ...
Me: ughh... Yes Joel ?
Joel: better ?
I kissed my teeth and he threw me a smirk..
Joel: I just wanna talk... Get to know you..
Me: for why ?
Joel: can't a girl and a boy be friends ? ?
Me: lool no .
He hit my arm..
Me: alright man, we can talk ? where's your Asian friend tho
Joel: cashpoint
I nodded then he ordered his food and we waited until it was ready. When it was ready he played for mine... Me: aww how sweet
Joel: about how sweet? Massa you'll pay me back ?
I started creasing and then we sat down & ate... Then I thought to myself ...
Me: wait... Where do you come from ? Like country ?
Joel: I'm Ghanaian from my mum then Turkish and Lebanese from my dad .. And well British... Why ?
Me: cause only Ghanaians say Massa so Yh..
Joel: oh ? wbu ?
Me: Ghanaian & 1/4 Jamaican
Joel: oh sorry ? but tbh that explains that slap uno ??
Me: obviously mehn ?
We talked abit more and he's actually calmm... Besides the fact He's a fuckboy ? but tbh he was high and drunk so idk... When we were finished we just talked and talked... We made bare noise and the kebab man got a bit pissed... He started muttering in his language at Joel dashed the pitta bread at him and started speaking some next up language, the kebab man when silent as soon as Joel opened his mouth.. He kissed his teeth and said we should cut...
Me: are you okay ?
Joel: Yh the kebab man was just being a racist prick.. Yh we were being loud but still...
Me: just dw about it..
We walked a while and tbh I didn't know where we were going..
Me: Joel where we going?
Joel: I thought you knew ?
Me: omds you are a stewpidd
Joel: shut up ?
Me: but are you stormzy tho ?
Joel: bruv ?
He got out his phone and called a cab .. 15 minutes later the taxi finally came.. We got in and routed ...
Joel: ffs man !
Me: what ?
Joel: Christian has the keys.. I left my at home ffs..
¿ Christian ?
Me: call and ask where he is...
Joel: dead batt
Me: 6 Yh ?
Joel: Yh..
Me: you can use my charger.. He can get you from there..
Joel: Ayt kl, thanks..
Me: it's alright... Dw.
I told the taxi driver my address and sat back in my seat..