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"I wanna fall in love- no no"
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Jay smoothes a hand over his face in annoyance as Naz sits getting all acquainted with some nigga at Starbucks. Jay brought him here in an attempt to integrate him into society more and to let him try a sugary drink. Naz has been having a hard time getting used to the food like rice, beans, and animals he didn't hunt for himself. So Jay's solution was to buy him fast food, now the problem is The barista tending to Naz'z order just finished making his dragon fruit refresher and his shift so now he is sitting with Naz and Jay asking Naz unnecessary questions.
Jay doesn't like when people try talking to Naz, especially men, because he has realized that it wasn't just Naz's pheromones that made him so attractive, he was simply just beautiful and everyone noticed it.
He doesn't like everyone noticing, even if he doesn't like Naz. Jay actually can't comprehend why he is so mad that every time they go out men and women are trying to get at Naz, he shouldn't care, right?
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Nah, why did this dumb ass nigga come over here for? He just got off work, go home. I got shit to do right now anyway, I only brought Naz ''cause he is hungry, and I'm not letting him shift in broad daylight and go find a raccoon and a fucking raveen. Why does this always happen? People are always tryna get at him like I'm not standing right here. I will shoot you in the fucking face, I'm not the one.
And since when was all the niggas in NY gay? Ain't no reason all of them should be stopping naz daily. He ain't allat... he's attractive in the most nongay way possible.
Man, the point is nobody should be bothering him. I dont know why all these niggas always talking to him piss me off, I dont like him, and I'm not gay. Simple. Point blank. I still can't get rid of the gnawing feeling of needing to knock a niggas head off when they try talking to him.
He keeps talking to Naz asking him where he's from because he has concluded that Naz can't speak English fluently just yet, Naz is kind of answering kind of not. He's more interested in the drink he has.
I watch annoyed still, he got five more seconds, he just acknowledged my existence and who I was and still is holding us up.
" Yo thanks for the drink we gotta go tho," I say grabbing Naz and walking out of the Starbucks, making sure to ignore when he was asking for Naz's number.
He don't got one, fuck off. Speaking of phone numbers I need to call my niggas and see how the tracks for my mixtape are going.
I call my prod real quick and ask him how shit is while I put Naz's seatbelt on for him and set the car in drive. I pull into a Mcdonald's drive thru and buy him a large fries and get myself a big mac meal. I show him how to eat the fries before going back on the road.
While I'm driving I glance at him and see he likes them, he makes a surprised face before eating more, soon finishing his food. I just got him something light in case he don't like it. He drinks his refresher quietly while the radio plays. The ride is chill for a few minutes.
"Aw jay" Naz says to me at a red light, I look at him and he has fries in his hand with his mouth open. I raise a brow and he points to his mouth then my own, " open" he says... No way his ass is tryna feed me. I slowly open my mouth in embarrassment and he starts to feed me fries and some of his drink. I bet' not end up on MTV or some corny ass shit. I continue to drive while being fed all the way to the pack house.
I stop and help Naz unbuckle his seatbelt, he sits up and just looks into my eyes. He so pretty. Why did he have to be a man? I look away when his piercing look becomes too much for me to handle. He scootches closer in the seat, looking at me face to face.
