stay | the kid laroi

chapter 14

*i'm going to be writing from now on in lower-case(w occasional uppercases if theyre names maybe) and be adding in nardo wick! (HES MY HUSBAND FRL SORRY GUYS)

i fall asleep soon after the small talk w Jah. i didn't want to go back upstairs and deal with dylan, or any of the others. i eventually wake up to someone talking to jah.

"she gon recognize me?"

"maybe???"

"maybe nigga?"

"ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SHE'S SEEN YOU NARDO, I DON'T KNOW MAN."

"wake 'er ass up."

"i'm not waking her up, she'll kill me."

"jah you have seen literal men die before and you're scared to wake up your own sister?"

"you wake her up then nigga."

i decide to ruin their little conversation.

"i'm very much awake."

for 2 very hood men, they screamed like a couple of girls when they heard my voice. i laugh as i get up off the floor and adjust my clothes. i look up to see a tall nigga next to jah. i scratch my head a little before asking the question that was pretty obvious on my face.

"who is he?"

"hes our o.g childhood best friend. from when we were first growing up? he lived across the street from our grandma in florida when we used to live there."

"HORACE?! there's no way that this is horace. we haven't seen him since we both moved back then. it'd be damnnear impossible to find him again."

"just LOOK at him amaris, you think it isn'T HIM?"

i do what jah says, i look at him. hard in the face, and then when he lightly smiles at me trying to remember his face, it hits me. those dimples are something you can't forget about him. i squeal really fast before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me.

"HORACEEEE!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

i feel him laugh as he hugs me back.

"around. imma rapper now just like your idiot brother over here."

i pull him away from him so i can get a good look at him and notice the big cuban chain around his neck.

"nw huh?"

"nardo wick, yes ma'am. thats me."

"well 'nardo wick' better still be the same nigga that i grew up with."

"for you, of course thug."

i hug him one more time before i grab my phone up off the floor and sit down on the couch.

"how long was i out?"

"since last night, so about 3."

it was currently 3 P M, a whole 12 hours later. i open my phone and look at my messages which have seemingly been bubbling over. laroi has texted me 9 times, dylan 3, him a few times, the gc and nardo texting me pictures of me slumped on the floor. i decided to respond to laroi first.