𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚
𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 • 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
"You put that on God?" Jay asked. I had been telling him what went on while he was gone. The whole time I was talking, I felt embarrassed.
"Yes, nigga. It happened." I said soundly a bit annoyed since he basically asked me the same question like three times.
"Holy shit." Jay grinned followed by a chuckle, "You really winning out here. Now, I think you know what to do next."
I lifted an eyebrow, "Pardon me?"
"Tell the nigga how you feel! There's no way you let him mess around with you all this time and you don't feel a damn thing. That would be painful." He'd say. "All I'm saying is, get yourself together and think. Don't jump into this because I told you to."
"Wait- what about his lil girlfriend or whoever the fuck she is? Don't they talk?"
Jay shook his head, "You got him in the bag, bro. That nigga not thinking about her. Honestly, I don't think he fuckin wit her no more."
"Both of you niggas are confusing me. I don't wanna do this any--"
I paused in the middle of my sentence when I looked down at my phone and seen a text from Namil. I would let out a loud gasp.
𝘀𝗶𝘅 | 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝘼 :𝙋 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪
"Are you okay...?"
"Uh- I'm great! Namil was just telling me that he did good on his physics work...all that fun stuff..heh."
"I'm not believing it but whatever man."
"Shut up- it's true. It's not like you know." I crossed my arms. "And you're still single."
"I have a girlfriend—"
"Go to hell."
We both paused and eventually busted out laughing.
"You gotta stop telling niggas 'go to hell.' That shit becoming a habit."
"Nah I'm good."
•••
I was feeling a little bold today. My mom was napping and Jay was just playing on his game, but he was planning on driving me around for a little bit.
"Can we go now?" I asked while pulling at his hair.
"Ow- nigga we won't go nowhere if you keep pulling my hair." He rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't even pulling that hard, you crybaby. And I really wanna go get this dye, I think I got a color."
Jay hummed, "Oh cool. I hope it isn't some weird ass color like pink...it probably wouldn't look bad on you, but I don't think I want a mini Nicki Minaj walking around my house. Or green...that would just make me think about seaweed or weed in general."
Jesus Christ, he talks more than me. The more I listen, the more I lose the conversation.
After his rambling, we finally got up and left the house. The whole car ride, I was pretty wide eyed. The amount of things I was seeing was shocking to me...now that I'm thinking about this, it feels weird for me to be shocked about seeing common things like a gas station or another car that looks different from the ones in our driveway.
