"Mom! We're home!" I yelled as I entered my mother's home, which always had a smell of freshly baked cookies. "I'm in the kitchen, baby!" She yelled. I smiled and dropped my duffle bag as I ran to her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, "Hi, mommy!" I said, laughing. "Hi, baby." My mother, Eva, said, kissing my cheek. "Hey, Mama E!" Phil said, hugging her. "Ooh! Cookies!" Phil said, trying to reach for the fresh cookies. My mother smacked his hand away and gave him a look. He smiled and kissed her cheek.
"So, when are y'all moving in together?" My mother asked as I and Phil sat at the table, eating the hot peanut butter cookies my mother made. "Never! Geez, mother!" I said, rolling my eyes. Phil laughed. I glared at him and threw some cookie-crumb at him. He stuck his tongue out at me when I missed. I stood and reached for him. He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. I stood and glared up at him while he smiled at me. "Fuck you." I whispered. "Never." Phil mocked my voice. I growled at him and rolled my eyes. Suddenly, I smiled and kneed him in a placed that should never endure that kind of pain.
I threw off my jacket and ran upstairs, ignoring my mother's yells. I hid under the covers of one of the beds. "You're so not obvious, Lynn." Phil said, jumping on the bed I was on. I giggled as he tickled me. "Rape!" I yelled, laughing. "What the hell is goin – Never mind." My mother said, shutting the door as she smirked. Phil laughed. I took the opportunity and flipped him to the bottom. "I like the view." Phil smirked. I slapped his chest and rolled my eyes. He slapped mine back. "You dick! Tryin' to cop a feel? Perv." I said, glaring. He laughed and slapped my ass when I got off the bed. "Bitch nigga!" I yelled, chasing after him. He ran downstairs behind my mother.
"You two need to go to bed!" My mother yelled. It was ten o'clock and I and Phil were yelling at each other over a comic book. "But, mom!" I yelled. "Shut the hell up! Love you, baby!" She yelled. I laughed and shook my head, "G'night!" I yelled back. "Night, Phil!" My mother yelled. "Night, Mama E!" Phil replied before smirking at me. "It was Superman!"
"Whatever! I'm going to bed." I said, pulling my long, thick hair into a ponytail and jumping into my California King bed. Phil sighed and hopped in behind me. As I was starting to close my eyes, my phone rang. I sighed and grabbed it. "Hello?" I groggily answered. "Is he there? He asleep?" Renee pressed me.
"Yes and no. So, leave me alone." I laughed.
"Can I talk to him?" She asked.
I sat up quickly, "Oh, hell no, bitch! No uh!" I yelled.
She laughed, "Why? You worried I'll tell him the truth?" She asked.
I hung up. That bitch! "What happened?" Phil smirked at me. I sighed and slumped back under the cover. "Shut up." I mumbled before hiding under the cover. "Night, Phil." I smiled before getting some shut-eye.