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"You think Brayden will mind if I cook?" I asked Liyah. I really didn't wanna cook and then carry the whole pot to his apartment.
"You know he ready to eat some more of your food and you asked me that typa question?" She said, looking at me as if I had grown four heads.
"Lemme text him and ask if he have any ingredients in his fridge, even though he had a good amount last time that wasn't enough." I said.
"And the fact that Zack ass walked in the kitchen talking bout sum' "Make it enough" I wanted to wack him for real." I continued on.
"He got you good with that though." Liyah giggled. She lucky I love her cause I was gonna tell her I should wack her instead.
"But yeah, text my bae-ski and ask if he got any fresh ingredients." She told me.
One thing I really love about Brayden that I love for Liyah is that he's not a nasty ass man. He's clean, neat and always has fresh food and produce. He lets his streaming money take him far and doesn't depend on his parents even though he's richer than the rest of his friends. We love a humble and independent king.
"He said he about to go to the store right now, and by time as we get out of this class, he'll have everything I by time as we reach." I told her.
"He didn't ask what you need?" She asked.
"Nope, I guess he been waiting for so long he's getting the ingredients he wants me to prepare for him." I stated. I had no problem with it though, he'll most likely choose a simple protein and want some form of potatoes on the side. That or he'll want me to make burgers and fries.
"He's a very simple man, so you won't have to make anything too complicated." Liyah told me.
"Okayy, you know your man purr." I laughed.
"And do!" She said swiping her hand under her chin like Caresha. She knows who motha is.
"Let's pay attention to this man class though, before he gag us like Ms. Parker did." I told her.
We sat in his class for about 30 minutes before he let us leave. I can already tell he was gonna be one of my faves, cause that class supposed to be almost two hours long and he let us leave after reading the syllabus.
"Thoughts on him?" I asked Liyah.
"He seemed cool as hell, I might end up liking him more than Ms. P." She told me.
I don't blame her, Ms. Parker fine and all but Mr. Blake had it in the bag already. As me and Liyah walked into the campus parking lot, bitches was playing smoochies next to Liyah car, trust it was not that serious.
"Y'all might as well hunch in the back seat, she got her titties spilling out her top already." I told them, I don't know these people at all, but Liyah couldn't get to the driver's side properly.
They gave me a stink look and I gave them one right tf back, they betters play with their grandma's knockout pussy before they play with me.
"Must've lost the lil bit of sense they had looking at me all crazy and shit." I told Liyah.
"They definitely did, but Imma see you at home, drive safe please." She said, giving me a forehead kiss before leaving.
I made sure I had my helmet on tight before I started my baby up and left campus. I don't think she can handle another lost, and I don't wanna be that lost for her.
While I sat at the red light, I decided that I'd look to see who's in the next cars rather than pull my phone out. Guess who I saw? Cameron, without his bitch! Now this is a first-time thing for me, she more attached to him than his ball sacks, so seeing him without her was odd.
Tell me why his ass looked back at me, directly in my eyes, and smirked. I almost threw up. I absolutely despise this man. There is absolutely no feelings, sympathy or mercy for him. I'd really run his ass over with an eighteen-wheeler to make sure he was flat!
I lifted up my helmet before giving him a middle finger and rolling my eyes. His ass blew the horn at me before speeding past.
"Cunt." I said to myself.
I finally reached home, and Liyah was there waiting for me to get ready. I ran to my room and changed into some black sweats with a crop top, grabbed my jacket and my switch for Mya to use since she doesn't like big consoles much.
"You ready babes." Liyah said walking into my room.
"Yeah, I'm just looking for my fluffy slides." I told her.
"How have you been?" I asked her.
Usually, we don't get very emotional with one another, but ever since her brothers passing it's necessary to do check ins with her. I know for a fact, she'd do the same thing for me. Whenever I ran crying to her, she was there, with open arms and open ears, she'd always listen to me. I'd always and forever listen to her. She's my soulmate as I am hers, and soulmate doesn't always mean romantic, she's my person. I do tell her at times that I believe we were made to be each other's person; she believes so as well.
She gave me a heartbreaking look; I hated seeing her like this. She broke down, crying in my arms. The only thing I could do was rub her head and whisper reassuring words in her ears while trying to keep it together as well, no matter what I say, it'll never bring her brother back and she'll never get to see him again.
"You never have to bottle up your emotions Liyah, whenever you feel mentally alone come to me, cry, scream, just don't punch now." I said, she laughed.
"I'm serious Liyah, I didn't buy this big ass bed for no reason. I was gonna say you can sleep in it whenever you want but I be waking up in the middle of the night to piss and yo ass be right next to me." I laughed.
"You right, I'll start coming to you more. I just still can't process it properly and I don't ever think I will. It's just so surreal. One minute he was here telling us not to smoke and the next minute we received a call saying he was gone not even an hour later. That shit is just so unfair." She sniffled.
"I know it is babe, I know. I'm glad he showed you a lot of love before he went. Just know for a guaranteed fact he died loving you." I told her, giving her a very long hug.
