Charisma Solace.
The girl that moved to Florida and has been in love with Jahseh since she was a kid.
Watch this couple go through ups and downs throughout the years together.
pay attention to the dates, and enjoy.
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May 2014
I'm riding with Stokeley to the gas station.
I'm hungry and he wants a pack of cigarettes.
"How are you gonna get this shit without being of age?"
He flashes a fake I.D. at me and laughs, "You're so new to this shit." He says referring to my innocence.
"I'm getting there," I say with furrowed eyebrows.
It isn't my intention to get into too much trouble with them. But I want to have a little fun and fit in.
He parks and follows me inside the gas station.
I thank him for holding the door and enter, taking in my surroundings heavily.
There are so many snacks to choose from; the fact that it's one of those fancy gas stations with a slushy machine and food cooking on a rational heater doesn't make it any better.
I walk over to the chip aisle first. I fuck with sodium way more than glucose.
"Get whatever you want," Stokes says appearing from nowhere.
I tilt my head up, "Only saying that shit because you know I have to pay for it."
"I forgot my wallet at the store."
"Which store?"
"All of them. I don't own a wallet."
I shake my head and grab a bag of hot chips. We go to the candy aisle and look at the options.
I watch as Stokeley pockets a pack of gum and Skittles.
"Should I be doing that too?" I ask.
He shrugs, "You look like the type that would turn yourself in and pay double while apologizing." He walks off to the counter.
I skim the area, it's pretty much empty and Stokes is distracting the only employee.
Biting my lip, I shove some purple Skittles into my hoodie pocket and make my way to the counter.
"Good afternoon," the cashier says. I mumble it back and put my chips in front of him.
"Will that be all?"
"Yes, sir." Stokeley taps my shoulder. "And his cigarettes," I sigh.
"Ten ninety-one."
I hand him my card and wait for it to be approved. He hands it back and wishes us a good day, "Thank you."
As we exit the store, a mother of three kids walks in. I have to push past Stokeley to make it out.
He laughs lowly, "Told you, you wouldn't do it." We get in the car and I open my chips.
