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𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 Atlanta, Georgia 5:45AM Saturday, June 28th
"Hello?"
I groaned, answering a phone call.
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know im back I guess." "Oh aight, slide through then." "Right now? Nigga Im tired, I need to go to sleep." "Okay, then sleep over here, my house closer to the highway anyways." "No its not. My apartment is." "Where the fuck you goin sleep? The floor." "Shut up. Imma be there in 5 minutes." "Yeah aight."
She hung up leaving me to chuckle.
"She know she love me."
I said, sitting up and going downstairs. I went into the kitchen, getting a juice and then went to the living room, lighting a blunt. It was a loud ass knock on my door 10 minutes later making me huff and get up. I opened the door and she stood there looking down.
"Get yo ass in here." "Shut up. Why yo eyes so low?" "A nigga been gettin' high fuck you mean?" "You addicted." "No im not. I just been missin' you." "Yeah aight." "I am."
I laughed, sitting down.
"What you been up to Nardo." "Nothin' for real, hittin' licks and rappin."
(Pretend I never said anything about Wicked Witch and Baby Wyd in the past chapters, I have to go back and change that.)
"You still never took me on one of them." "Yeah I know. How you been?" "I been good, makin' money moves, enjoying myself." "Guess I was just dead weight then." "No, you was just my addiction. I couldn't stay away from you. So them first few weeks it was hard to not pick up the phone and just be like, 'Come love on me.' because honestly, I missed that about you. Now I got me a nigga." "Oh for real...." "Yeah."
I hummed, becoming slightly annoyed.
"You aight, we can still be cool." "It aint goin be the same...." "You worried about giving me a fucking kiss when I just said me and you can be cool." "...Imma be in my room."
I got up and took my jar of weed and went upstairs, I came down, tossing her a pillow and covers then went back upstairs.
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𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒏 (My boyfriend aint like my old one cause I made it in Nardo's House so..) Atlanta, Georgia 10:57AM Sunday June 29th
"BAE! IM BACK!" "Wassup ma."
He hugged me coming from the living room.
"Hey, how were you?" "Fuck allat, why you out here in crop tops n shit." "Oh my god, please dont start wit me." "Nah cause if a nigga pushed up on you then what?" "You act like I would have gave them some." "Shit you might have sense apparently my mouth wack." "It sho'll is, you eat this pussy two hours straight and I still don't cum, damn I want Nardo right about now." "Bitch, dont play wit me." "Watch yo mouth nigga, fuh I leave yo ass too. Niggas not goin talk to me any kind of way." "You aint gon leave me hoe, where yo ass gon go? Yo ass would still be livin' in that bum ass hotel if it wasn't fuh me."
I shifted, getting quiet. He scoffed going back into the kitchen.
"Im just droppin some stuff off...I have a photoshoot."
I lied, rolling my suitcase to the room. I left heading back to Nardo's house. When I got there I knocked on the door moving my legs back and forth, trying to ignore the throbbing in between my legs. When the door opened and I saw him, I lundged, kissing his lips and wrapping my arms around his neck. He shut the door picking me up. I hugged his waist with my thighs. He pulled away staring at me.
"You sure...?" "Mhm, I just- I need-" "Why you be tryna explain shit, come on."
He put me down and grabbed my hand.
"Why you put me down?" "Im not finna fuck you cause you in yo feelin's. Talk to me, why you come to my house like that."
He sat me down on the island and got a pot from the cabinet.
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𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 Atlanta, Georgia 11:05AM Sunday, June 29th
"My boyfriend.." "He aint hittin it right?" "No, It's not that, we haven't had sex its just....his head.." "What? He cant give top?" "No." "Damn. Imagine." "Shut up." "Im bein' for real. I mean you still wit him so his fingers-" "Oh my god dont even." "So what the fuck you still wit him fuh?" "Cause, im not tryna pay 250 per night to sleep in a bed. My apartment not goin be ready for me to move into until a month from now." "Come stay wit me." "And just end up arguing with him some more, no." "What yall be aruging about." "The clothes I put on, im in the bed all the time, Im too clingy, why i dont like his friends, the fact that I be tryna fight bitches cause they be brushin' up on him. Everything turns into an argument with him." "Mm. Bet you not complainin' bout me now huh." "Shut up."
We laughed, I looked at her and took her hand.
"For real though, fuck dude. Come back..." "Nardo-" "Please." "Ill think about it." "Yeah aight. Aint shit to think about..." "Dont start." "Im not startin' nothing." "Mhm. Come here."
I crawled to the top of the bed and sat beside her.
"Imma stay... but only for this month." "Bet, come on so we can go get yo shit." "Unt uh. Not right now, he wit all his niggas and I do not have the energy to be embarrased." "Fuck allat, imma come in wit you." "No, because thats gon cause even more problems." "You always tryna keep everything peaceful." "No im not, I just do not feel like yellin and cryin for yall to stop. And if one of yall get shot then what?" "If anybody gettin shot its him." "Why are you so cocky." "Why cant you be wit me."
