With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you, don't you know that You're toxic? And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?
~Brittany spears
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
June 20th , 2021 1:00pm
Jayvon lays flat on his stomach, relaxing on the bed after a long morning workout .
For the last couple of days , he's been staying in the gym for as long as his coach would let him, not wanting to go home, since he's no longer alone .
He tried his best to avoid Von at all cost , and even when he did bump into him , its nothing more than a head nod or no greeting at all .
Von stayed out all night , and when the morning time came , pooh was gone . Their relationship was nothing like it was before von left , and that concerned von , making him wonder what poohs problem is .
"Say pooh ?"
Just as pooh is about to click Malaya's name for a FaceTime call , he hears vons voice and a knock at the door . Which is unusual being that Von usually just bust in any room he wants , without an announcement.
Pooh throws a silent tantrum to himself then huffs, and turns over in the bed .
"Wassup ?" He questions normally as the door widens revealing Von fully dressed .
"You good in hea ?" He asks him in a Sincere tone
"I'm straight " pooh answers dryly wishing this conversation ended before it even started . Von notices his unenthusiastic expression and tries his best not to point it out as he continues making an effort to finally catch up with him .
"I'm finna go hit da block you tryna ride or what ?" He asks, in an attempt to spend time with the brother he missed so much .
"I'm good " pooh replies in the same tone turning back around on his stomach no longer facing him . Vons face immediately shifts to a frown , until he catches himself before snapping, trying to work on being calmer like his therapist in prison taught him .
"Well I was gonna smoke before I left , you tryna roll ?"he offers , remembering the only thing that used to get pooh to open up when he was out .
They would smoke and talk to each other all the time before he got locked up , now it feels like he can't even get a sentence out without pooh being dismissive . It was starting to become quite annoying .
