#i'll kick YOUR ASS. i'll kick your MOM'S ass. I'LL KICK MY OWN ASS /q (i love being a fictive of sunny bc i can say shit like this)

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Hey Hey Hey. you Motherfucker. You Can't Just Leave These In the Tags. Come Back Here and Elaborate to me

OH HOORAY YOUR INBOX IS OPEN AGAIN !!!! HAIIII

so. exciting sunny character arc you've probably been waiting for for YEARS:

after an ENTIRE DECADE of avoiding this episode like the PLAGUE, i finally took the liberty of ( and by liberty i mean i was Forced by a friend who was visiting . you know who you are /lh ) watching ... happy holidays and a merry berry day.

I did it. i watched the whole thing. it was suffering and it was terrible and i felt like i was gonna explode from sheer emotion,

but i did it. and

A) having spheria be in this episode would have been SO so good and juicy for the DRAMA and also because she DESPERATELY needs more elaboration on her dynamic with sunny. THEYRE SIBLINGS. SOLD FREQUENTLY TOGETHER DO NOT SEPERATE!!!! i GET that they didn't wanna overload the episode with characters but if ANYBODY, ANYBODY was gonna be included in this episode? about SUNNY AND ZAC?? IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER. That is her BABY SISTER and her BROTHER IN LAW. y'all got me fucked up

B), I have a new found burning hatred in my heart for Dr. B. neither him or betrayus are off the hook and im GoIng to Kill Them. Again

this has been character arc updates with sunny. im gonna go explode the fucking netherworld now /j

Well I'll be damned!! 👀👀👀👀

What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall watching you react to this episode- 😭😂 Well done!!

Yup, BIG QUESTION MARK over why Spheria wasn't added. I would've fumed if it were my sister 😤

We at least got to see Sir C reacting to them, maybe he eventually told Spheria the news? Reluctantly, of course, because Zac and Sunny ended up being fake clones. I bet that didn't sit so well with Spheria...

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PINK SAKE CH. 26

■ tw ; mature content ⥋ MINORS DNI !

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A week later, and the calls didn't stop. They didn't leave voicemails, but they continued to call. Day in and day out. It was all beginning to be too much for me. On top of that, my mom was pushing the issue on coming to visit me again and I felt like the walls were closing in on me on admitting to them what was really going on. She wanted to know about clubs and my GPA and everything else, including if I joined any sororities and it was breaking my heart to keep lying to my mom the way I was but it was going to hurt me more if she knew that I was climbing up and down a pole to make money she was ready to give me herself.

I took a breath, wiped the shampoo out of my eyes, and gathered my thoughts.

"What am I gonna do. . . " I thought aloud, the steam from the shower engulfing my entire bathroom as the sounds of Summer Walker blasted across the walls. It was my day off, and I just wanted some space from everything. I had my phone on DND so whoever this crank caller was would get the message. I tried blocking so many numbers and they would continue to call, like they was cycling numbers or some shit.

Q is my man, bitch! And he's the father of my unborn as we speak, caddy as bitch!

I gripped the sponge in my hand at the thought, replaying her voice and how she sounded like she was taunting my ass over Q. We wasn't even a couple but the shit was beginning to bother me like I was his bitch already. And I didn't like that one bit.

But, how badly could I hold a grudge when I had secrets myself? Was this my karma?

"I don't know but," I said to myself, rinsing the last bit of conditioner out of my hair, "I gotta speak to him about this shit." With everything going on with Florice, I didn't even see Q after our makeup date, and I won't lie. . I missed him. A part of me wanted to keep my space but another part of me wanted to get closer to him because his actions didn't come off fishy to me. And, you know what, fuck it, I'll admit it, I am feeling him. But would he still be feeling me knowing that I was lying about all of this shit? Granted, I got everything on my own since I dropped out of college but would anyone be cool knowing that the person they're potentially gonna date is living a double life?

My shoulders dropped at the thought of losing Q. I wrapped myself in a towel and looked at myself in the mirror, taking note of my bare face and all of its hints of freckles scattered about. The beauty mark that playfully rested on my top lip and my naturally curly hair, now sloppily sitting on the top of my head as the deep conditioner did its job.

Oh yes, on my off days we do a full self care over here.

Dipping my pinky into my jar of eye cream, I gently massaged my eye area, taking in the cooling sensation with each sweep. With my other hand, I checked my phone and saw it was 10 more missed calls, a text from Florice, Janeka, and- Q?

I skipped the other messages and went straight to Q, those bitches could wait.

Not sure if you working tonight but I'd like ta come over and kick your ass at tha game again. You owe me from last time.

I was so glad it was just Cherry in the bathroom by the way I was smiling.

If you're down, reply with what you want to eat and I'll be there in 45.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking back to the multitudes of calls that were flooding in recently. What if Q really was fucking on someone else while trying to get to me? That shit would really hurt but a part of me took a hard swallow of that pill and said what all do you have to lose?

I listened to the angel French kissing the devil on my shoulder and opened up the message fully so I could reply. It took me a moment to respond, but I finally decided what I wanted in my message:

Vegetarian Baked Ziti with 4 Garlic knots, chocolate crepes, and a Pepsi.

It took a moment, but he read my message, and from there I dropped my towel and got ready.

-

"You're cheating!" I squealed, pushing the controller out of his arm as he laid out a 5-hit combo on my player.

"It ain't even that, ma!" Q laughed, tucking the controller under his arm as he continued to mash the buttons like a wild man. His eyes were focused on the screen but the smile on his face let me know he was having more fun than I thought.

"You just being a sore loser, I told you imma get- my- lick- back! There it is! Game over!"

My player fell to the ground and the flashing 'GAME OVER' logo flashed across my TV. He smiled triumphantly, flexing his arms and kissing his biceps to taunt me. I took a piece of my garlic knots and flashed my ringed middle finger at him, rolling my eyes like the sore loser I was.

"You lucky I ain't played this game in a minute." Truth of the matter was I played this game last weekend, but when Q came around me I got nervous. Not to mention we sat close to eachother on my plush couch, and when our knees bumped into eachother I suddenly forgot the same combo I knew by heart and loss half my health.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sore losers always got the most excuses." I didn't know he was having such a good time till I looked over his direction and he was smiling back at me. I tried to not show how much I enjoyed myself as well, shooting up from my seat and walking into the kitchen

"You thirsty?"

"Nah," he declined, watching me as I walked by him. Cherry found the opportunity to jump on Q's lap, yipping to be pet by his large hands.

"Wanna play a drinking game?"

"Drinking game? Don't you need more than two people?"

"Not when it's truth or dare," I said, grabbing my semi-strong wine for the night. "I don't need anyone knowing my business."

"Oh, so you got secrets?" He raised his eyebrow up at my words, leaning onto the couch with a garlic knot in his hand.

"Don't we all," I snided back at him, I came back into view with two wine glasses and a big smile on my face.

"You must want me to stay the night," he teased.

"You a grown ass man, don't tell me wine is gonna get you there." I handed him a glass and poured both of our glasses halfway.

"I'm just saying," he took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "You never know with women."

"Boy please! And besides, you didn't even say truth or dare and you drinking already,"

"Alright alright, dare."

"Pussy."

"Okay, truth."

"No, I wanna do a dare!"

"Ari!"

-

5 glasses later and the both of us were leaning on my couch, laughing at whatever fucking story we were sharing. I think this time it was our first awkward time having sex.

"So then," Q laughed, "I took her behind the bleachers ready to fuck and shit. And then when she lifted up her skirt she had a fucking shit stain on her thong. I told her to get the fuck off me and she like transferred schools a week later."

"Oh my god, Q! You embarrassed that girl to the point of transferring."

"I ain't do that shit, she did it to herself!" Sip "Tell me how you come to school, knowing you 'bout to fuck, wear a skirt, and a white thong, and not wipe good after you shit. Matter of fact, why you even shitting at school?"

"You don't know if that girl ain't have no plumping at home."

"Then you don't need to be worrying 'bout getting no dick!" He leaned back onto the couch and covered his face, laughing aloud.

"That shit be getting women by sometimes, y'all don't even know. Like that last bit of experience points to get you to the next level."

"Oh yeah? You be needing that boost?" He quizzed, taking a sip as his eyes squinted at me.

"Boy please! That's why they have toys." I scoffed, touching my face to make sure they weren't hot.

"Okay fair, so. . . Truth."

"Sure." I took another swig of my wine, looking back into his eyes. "What you wanna know?"

"How you feel about a nigga?" Shit.

"Feel? Like how?"

"Like feel feel, stop playing."

"Well. . ." I scratched my cheek, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I mean I fuck with you. I actually missed you since we last hung out. It made me think that you was igging me or some shit."

"Nah, never that.. just been busy."

"What about you?" My heart thumped behind my ears, the liquid courage setting in.

"You cool." He replied flatly.

I threw a pillow at him and scoffed.

"You cool." I mocked with a suck of my teeth, "Be for real, dookie thong!"

"Stop playing wit a nigga!"

We both burst out into laughter for a few moments till the air got faintly more serious.

"I mean. . " he scratched his beard, trying to bring his thoughts together.

"I like you, Ari. Despite the crazy intro with your ex and shit, I do fuck with you. I don't care about you dancing and shit, cuz if I rock with you I rock with all of you. Feel me?"

I looked down at my feet, a small smile spreading across my face. Fuck the wine, I was happy hearing that.

"Okay, so dare." I chimed, only for him to shake his head in decline.

"Nah, I finished my glass before you, so the dare is on me."

I rolled my eyes, taking a drunken bite of my crepe, "Fine, what's the dare?"

"Kiss me."

I almost choked on my dessert, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Kiss you?" I could tell by the clench of his jaw that he was deadass.

"If I kiss you then that means we go together," I egged on, "You know that, right?"

"Alright then, come here."

He was serious! He got closer to me and I to him, my stomach twisting into knots. Gently, he pulled me in by my chin and pressed his soft lips to mine. It took a minute, but I leaned into his kiss, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in. Both of our phones were blowing up but Florice and Janeka seemed to be calling me back to back to back, voicemails included.

Q and I were pulling at eachother's tongues as the kiss intensified, so much that he picked me up and carried me to my room, completely ignoring the mutual light show that our phones were playing.

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