一 parker's pov

when i say freya has me whipped, believe it. i don't think any other girl has even made me feel this way.

let's be honest here real quick. freya's black. i guess i have a thing for black girls because who doesn't right? she has this pretty cool colored hair that i could actually swim in. her personality is lit. she's super goofy which is cute. she can skate which is a major turn on. lastly, she's beautiful.

she's perfect for me.
even people calling us cuties meant a lot to me because some day in the future i could see us together. she's everything i want in a girl.

"i don't want to go home." i spoke as freya stood in her doorway after i walked her home. we decided to leave early since we weren't missing anything the group was doing.

"you live next door."

"i don't want to go home." i repeated, making her roll her nice brown eyes.

"come on." she motioned for me to walk in.

kissing her cheek on the way in, i kicked off my shoes, placing them by the door as she closed it. freya walked into the kitchen and i followed her.

"hey ma."

"hi honey," her mom smiled, continuing to make whatever she was cooking. "how was school?"

"eh," she shrugged, raiding the fridge for something to eat.

"hey mama carter." i spoke with a grin. freya's mom loved me since she saw me a lot.

"hello parker, staying for dinner?" she asked.

"if that's okay."

"of course, you know it always is." mrs. carter smiled at me and i nodded.

"we'll be upstairs then!" freya shouted already walking up the stairs.

"you don't need help do you mama carter?" i asked politely.

"not at the moment. you just go on ahead with freya." she told me. "shame she didn't asked her own mother."

i laughed, agreeing with her. "i'll have to talk to her about that then." i said, going up the stairs.

"what took you so long?" she pouted at me as i took my backpack off and closed the door behind me. she was on her bed laying on her back, her hair covering her face as always. her mom trusts us a lot so i was able the do these type of things.

i laid next to her, pushing her massive amount of hair out of her face. "i was asking your mom if she needed help. something you didn't do." i lick her cheek.

"ew!" freya yelled, pushing me away from her.

"oh c'mon, you suck my tongue when we kiss. how is that gross?" i asked, pulling her back to me.

she pretended to shiver. "because.. you're gross."

"really? i'll save my kisses for someone else then." i told her, unwrapping my arm from her.

freya quickly pulled me back. "no, i love your kisses." she grinned, placing her lips on mine.

"that's what i thought."

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