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𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝟺. - - 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 • Las Vegas, Nevada.
"hello?" symere answered the unknown number, "hello mr.gaulden, this is baton rouge correctional center will you like to accept this call request or declined?" the jail operator spoke.
symere sighed and rubbed his nose bridge softly, already knowing who was calling him, "accept." he mumbled lowly then in within seconds, the call finally connected with the jail call.
"hello dad."
"wassam li nigga, you be good, anyone been messin witchu? huh boay."
"okay gimme a chance ta answer i'm gettin dressed damn i been good den ever; rainbows and sunshine and all dat." he laughed.
him and his father rocking bond, they weren't so close. andre was always in jail and symere didn't really respect him so he never called nor wrote him back til he had went to prison and was in the same facility.
which lead for them to have conversations about they issue and problem against each other then they slowly forgive and dy
andre hummed lowly, "where you goin nigga?"
"why you keep callin me dat? mane stop."
"you a blackie so you a nigga, nie tell me where you goin nigga!?"
symere laughed lowly, "ima finna hang out wit' ma neighbor."
"unt unt not you finally askin' dat bitch." he spoke deeply before the operator interrupted their conversation. "three minutes remaining." the operator bu
symere sighed and rolled his eyes, "dad you still dere?"
"yeah yeah, fuck dat bitch! aye aye i got sum ole du's to speak ta' you sonson."
one thing about his father he was going to speak his mind despite who was listening or watching, he didn't cared.
"mhm. you got three minutes." he grumbled softly. andre smacked his lips then he heard a bit of commotion from andre line of his phone, "hello dis symere? i miss you lit nigga." an old deep voice spoke into the jail phone symere instantly remembering the deep voice.
symere laughed and shook his head, "i miss you too unc."
he heard his dad grabbed the phone back. "i love you sonson, stay safe."
"i will and i luh you too papa." he said smiling a bit before the call disconnected from his phone.
he genuinely wanted his father to be free and in his life more, he really needed that to guide, his father wasn't a bad man, he just made bad decisions and owned up to them.
//
"say lil pretty, soo whats yo favorite color." dayvon questioned, looking over at symere who was shy like always as he fiddled with his earlobe which was a bit of a habit of his.
he was so nervous but excited at the same time, he didn't know if he wanted to show it or not but he couldn't believe he was really hanging out with the male he's been stalking for a while now.
his dream was finally coming true slowly and that was fine with him.
they were walking around the park after going to an restaurant to get something to eat, they been hanging for probably two hours or so, they both been enjoying themselves and getting to know each other, dayvon wish it could last longer.
symere looked up at him with his innocent orbs. "green, i do like red tho." he spoke softly and a bit properly.
dayvon smiled and stared down at him, "i like red too," he commented, flashing his princess cut diamonds and grasping symere hand from his earlobe gently.
"stop you gonna hurt yoself. gone make me sad, okay baby boy?" the chicago rasped.
symere blushed insanely at the pet name, it was so cute and made him feel special to the male.
instantly nodding his head and feeling his cheek become warm. "i-i'm sorry, it's a bad habit." he replied meekly.
dayvon nodded, "understandable baby boy." he said, licking over his plump lips. "you wanna go get some ice cream?" he asked, looking over at the ice cream truck that was across the street then glancing back at symere.
"yes please," he whined softly, nodding softly. "can i get vanilla dayvon?"
"hell yeahh sy, i'll get you anything you want." he whispered raspy, her presented symere his tatted hand symere furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at him. "i can hold yo hand?"
"yea, das why in holdin' mines out fa you pretty boy." he spoke softly, symere smiled and gently grasped dayvon hand.
growing up symere didn't really know if affection so it always shocked him especially if he was with somebody like dayvon.
he felt safe and loved around him, he treated him well than anyone before.
they walked over to the ice cream cart and stand in the back of the line, "you vanilla ice, right pretty boy?"
"yes please." he muttered.
dayvon nodded and smiled at how symere muttered, it turned him on.
