GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
capri in her summer era purrrr *** Capri Martin I couldn't sleep. And I was sad. Those were THE WORST combinations to have at night. Couldn't sleep because I'd been thinking about me and my dads conversation earlier. Sad because of the same thing but also...Q leaving me on read.
I tried not to think of the worst but I couldn't help it. Thats what my mind did sometimes. Overthink and wonder why Q ignored my last text. Maybe he just fell asleep or maybe his brother pulled him out of bed to do a drug deal.
Either way he was acting off tonight. We always FaceTimed before bed. Or he at least gave me a goodnight text. But I got nothing from him.
I hated feeling like this. Because Micah always used to do this to me. Have me up wondering if he was with somebody else or doing me dirty behind my back.
And it turned out that he was. So I couldn't help but wonder what Q was up to.
I had strong feelings for Quentin. I really did and no matter how many people tried to get me to see a different version of him or tell me he was no good, I didn't listen.
I have NEVER EVER felt this way about anyone. And usually when I did, I wrote about it.
But I tried and I had writers block. I couldn't think of anything that could help me describe what I felt at the moment.
So I thought it'd be a good opportunity to scribble sum down in my song book.
Turning on the lamp beside me, I then grabbed my guitar from under my bed. Then I took both my notebook and pen and laid it all across my bed.
I thought first coming up with a melody would help me think. So I grabbed my guitar and got to playing.
Closing my eyes, I pictured Q. His beautiful brown eyes, lashes, brows, those lips, his perfect smile. It all made me melt inside and weak in the knees.
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"Weak in the knees!" I exclaimed, opening my eyes to write sum down.
i get weak in the knees and my heart skips a beat every time that you look at me. don't know what to do but you got me in the mood and i wonder if i do too
It was cheesy but once I worked the kinks out, I was sure it was going to come together nicely! I smiled, instantly creating a longer melody.
Then I sang the little bit of lyrics I had down at the moment until I liked how everything sounded put together.
I think I was finally my writers block and in my song writing era again. But before I could write anything else, someone came entering my room with no warning per usual.
I wasn't shocked when I saw my mom. Dressed down in her silk rich lady robe and the eye mask to match it.
"Capri...do you know what time it is?" She asked. "I can hear you from all the way across the fucking hallway. Keep it down or go to bed."
