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"I don't belong to you.. Keep it on the down low Keep it down low, I don't belong to you" I sang while playing the guitar.
"Mmm.." I trailed off writing that down on the piece of paper so I wouldn't forget.
"Alright" I mumbled to myself as I started playing the guitar again, to add on.
"Ain't no White House, ain't no picket fence. Baby you know we don't want the same things While you're caught up in your feelings, I feel the same as I did yesterday Baby we been through this, and I feel the same way Know you don't wanna hear this, and I hate to say it babe" I sang.
"I done told you... I done showed you" I continued. Then I closed my eyes and tilted my head back just humming whatever came to my mind.
I heard light knocks at my door, I opened my eyes and seen Deon standing there.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just-"
"No you're good. Just writing a song for somebody." I said.
"Who?" He asked.
"Keke Palmer. She reached out so I'm making it happen" I said laughing.
"She fine as fuck! Woooo shit" He said and I playfully rolled my eyes saying "Oh goodness. She is beautiful though"
"She sexy. Got damn" He said and I laughed saying "Okaaaay eww"
"My bad. The song sounds amazing though." He said.
"Aww thank you. I'm not quite finished yet, just trying to figure it out as I go. Everything okay though?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, I was just gonna ask you if you had a spare deodorant, I used the last of my spray one I had when I was living in that tent." He said sighing.
"Oh I got you. One second" I said sitting my guitar down, and I went in my bathroom.
I always have stashed deodorants, body washes, lotions, body oils, all that. So I won't have to go back to the store for them for a while.
I grabbed a deodorant, a bottle of body wash, and a bottle of body lotion for him.
"I know you didn't ask for all of this but still. Here you go" I said walking to him and handing him everything.
"Thank you so much Heaven. Thank you for everything. It's been coo being in a warm house, warm showers, home cooked meal. I haven't experienced that in so long." Deon said.
"It's no problem at all. I'm glad I can help" I said.
"I been in the streets since I got kicked out by my parents at 15. Was living house to house, the homies got tired of me so. I was back on the streets at 17. Started dibbling on drugs at 17. And my life been fucked up ever since." Deon said.
