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"Nami you ca' wash my hair for me?" ddot asked namiko.
"mhm" she nodded, she still felt a little upset about the live situation. "come 'ere you gotta turn my chair backwards."
he swiveled and lowered the fluffy white chair she sat in while she was doing hers the other way. it was a little awkward for them. darrien felt bad for the way he dismissed her, he didn't know her that well yet but he got the feeling she didn't like when tones were heavy towards her.
namiko felt like she provoked him to be mean and she didn't like that. she was reserved and quiet but she always wanted to bring the best out in people.
"is that too hot?" she asked him when they got settled.
"nah this nice," he paused thinking carefully about how he wanted to word what was next. "namiko bro, ian mean to make you feel little. i feel like i did that i'm not gon' lie."
something about the girl that stood over him made him communicate for whatever reason he couldn't put his finger on.
"like worda my mother bro you just shut down right before my eyes and ion like that, like we kicking it, getting to know each other."
he opened his eyes that were closed to look at her while she was scrubbing his hair with her acrylics. ddot could feel her shrink even further. "mami stop being like that."
"what you want me to say dot, like okay? i don't know. we are getting to know each other and we cool bro." the girl raised her voice getting defensive. she was beginning to get frustrated because she couldn't put her thoughts into words.
"we cool bro? aight say dat. we cool."
darrien felt like it was sort of a diss.
DDOT
'we cool bro' mmch, like what bro. that's all she got to say right now and it's fuckin' me up i ain't gon' lie, gangsta bro.
i closed my eyes back with a attitude.
"ddot don't even do that, you know what i meant bro." i heard her but i chose to ignore it, she got me mad tight right now.
after awhile i couldn't ignore the burning of her eyes on my forehead. "don't do what namiko."
"get all in ya feelings and close ya eyes, i don't know what you want me to say. you told the live i knew the vibes but now ion think i do."
she shut the water off and rung my hair out.
"you jus' dismissed me and ion bang with that gangsta." she being mad heavy.
"HOW" she damn near yelled at me. no way we finna get into an argument before i'm bout to surprise her.
"what you mean 'we cool' like fuck is you talking bout. you got a vibe ain't none of these other females ever brought to the table before and i know it's something right here bro, but like you said 'we cool" i put finger quotes up around we cool every time i said that dayroom ass shit.
"dot, i ain't dismissin' you my heart. you took it like that. i fuck with you a lot but i ain't no communicator and we just met like tomorrow." she laughed. oh so she tryna be funny?
i squinted my eyes at her and mugged her "you tryna be funny right now? i jus poured my heart out to you nami. real shit you being mad heavy and i'm not jackin' that."
she frowned at me. like i swear i saw her heart break but i got up anyways, now she know how a real nigga felt.
"thanks fa' washing ma' hair," i left some money on the dresser. "hmm. 'we jus' met like tomorrow right?'" i walked out the bathroom putting my close on from last night and walked straight out the door.
after i was in the crib i pearled a fat ass blunt and laid in the bed. i felt my phone vibrate.
"yo ma heart what you doing?!" it was edot. they was suppose to leave to go see nami's father in 20 minutes.
"nah y'all go, me and namiko don't know each other well enough. ain't tryna make her uncomfortable" i said back bitter as hell.
"what bro?" i could hear the russell westbrook face he was making. "ion got time for this shit nigga." he hung up.
i had a week with no namiko to reflect. time to get high.
