We was now just talking after we finished eating. He made me realize a lot of things that I hadn't noticed before.
"I'm not rushing you i just know you got a habit of being indecisive and sending mixed signals, and we both grown so." He shrugged.
"Even though wanna see where things go...We're just friends, I don't know what you could be doing in L.A and you don't know what I could be doing here." I said.
"I think you need to take time to yo' self and see what you want no matter what I said or what anybody else said." He explained.
"I think so too, um it's getting late don't you have to leave like right now?" I asked.
"It don't matter what time I leave my plane can't leave me." He chuckled.
"Your plane?" I asked realizing he has a private jet.
"Yeah." He grabbed his phone.
"When will you be back to visit?" I asked.
"I think 2 weeks." He said and I nodded but then my phone rung.
"It's my sister." I mumbled stepping away to answer it.
"Yes Ai'launi?" I answered.
"Um Siah is in your driveway, like right now as we speak." She said and my heart dropped.
"You for real?" I asked.
"Nah i'm for fake. YES IM FOR REAL. He already been up to the door, I told him you went to go talk to yo' daddy and you'll be back soon but he said he was just gone wait on you to come back. Did he even call you?" She asked.
"No, so he just randomly popped up." I said.
"Wait you opened the door for him?" I asked.
"No i talked to him through yo' lil thing." She said. "I bet He saw that video you posted on yo story, got the niggas in a frenzy." She said.
"What video?" I looked at my instagram. "Oh i forgot i posted that this morning, i'm on my way." I hung up.
"Mykel I- where the fuck did he go." I went back to his room.
"Why the hell you keep moving like a ninja?" I asked. He was looking at a blueprint paper.
"Ain't acting like no damn ninja, you straight though?" He asked.
"Yeah, but i gotta go my sister need me." I said.
"Ight let me walk you to yo' car." He said before going his closet and he put he tucked his away before letting his hoodie hang over it.
..."So sick of this nigga." I mumbled getting out of my car. I had finally arrived at home, and like my sister said, he was here.