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04

Capri Laurent

Long fingers skillfully tucked a healthy amount of weed into its paper, taking the time to smooth it before starting the roll up process.

Capri sighed adding the blunt into the baggie with all the others before he leaned back against his bed. Whoever told him that community college would be worth all the stress could kiss his black ass and go directly to hell. Glancing over to his small digital clock the bright numbers blinked back at him.

4:46 AM

"Some bullshit." He mumbled to himself, sitting up and pulling his old laptop onto his lap trying to at least get started on this paper his English professor had assigned. On the other side of the bed Sonni laid sprawled out. His little legs and arms starfishing making Cap have to adjust every now and then so his books wouldn't accidentally rub the boy and send him into a damn frenzy.

School wasn't exactly hard for Cap, more like something so annoyingly frustrating and time consuming that he tried to avoid it whenever he could. Rolling the fuck outta his eyes Cap glared at the screen, the more he stared at the google doc the more his annoyance increased.

"I'm just trynna figure out why the fuck I needa be worried about the importance of fuckin' soft skills. Like is it not just common sense? A fuckin' 3 page essay is od as fuck." He ranted in a low voice, brows furrowed deeply as he continued to do his work despite being utterly pissed with it.

After reaching the middle of his second page Cap saved the document before shutting his laptop. Sliding it onto the floor Cap skillfully slipped his sweats off along with his shirt before getting under the covers and flipping the light off.

Like every night, Sonnet's spidey sense tingled making him immediately attach himself to Capri. Pulling the boy onto his chest, Cap closed his eyes however like his fuckin' luck would allow his phone buzzed with an incoming message.

470-748-5744

Hey, this is harlem,
sorry for messaging so late. Court gave me yo number.

Cap squinted his eyes staring at the message.
The fuck is he doing up at this time.

Harlem.

Nigga go to sleep.

You wasn't supposed to respond 5 minutes after me ...
How you gonna tell me when you up too?

Dpmo .

Are you always like that?

Like what?

Nvm
Goodnight Capri

Cap frowned at his phone, jutting his head back with confused expression. Fuck was that supposed to mean?

Leaving Harlem on read, Cap turned off his phone but not before putting it on DND, closing his eyes he couldn't help but think about the curly haired man.

"I knew I should'a smoked that blunt."

☆

"Im finna fight you, lil head." Capri groaned, trying to move Sonnet's little hands from his hair.

Unlike every other day, the two actually had somewhere to be today meaning Capri didn't have time for Sonnet's obsession with ruining his freshly done hair.