Based on the song: We Cry Together by Kendrick Lamar and Taylour Paige.
Today Miles told you he was going to a party, and he needed to be picked up. Of course, you agreed since you were free, but when you arrived you saw something horrifying. He was kissing another girl that wasn't you.
You dragged him to the car, slammed the door shut, and sped home. "Hey, hey, y/n slow down! I'm sorry okay?! Slow down!" He would yell, begging you to slow down. You were so filled with rage you just couldn't.
You and him have been together for a year and did so much together but this is how he repays you?! Your body was fuming with disappointment and anger, he told you he loved you and you were the only person in his life but that was Bull shit.
"You got me fucked up! Fuck you." You yelled at him as he muttered under his breath. "I swear, I'm tired of these emotional asses, ungrateful ass bitches
Unstable ass, confrontational ass dumb bitches." He rolled his eyes.
"You wanna bring a man down even when I'm tryna do right! We could go our separate ways right now. You could move on with your life, I swear to God" he continued, a race of emotions coming out the both of you.
"Fuck you motherfucker, you love a pity party, I won't show up. Always act like your shit doesn't stink. Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit." You yelled as Miles sucked his teeth and groaned "man." He muttered.
"Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit." You both argued as you sped down the streets and onto the highways to the house, your face red and breath running short.
" What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit. Bitch, I don't know shit, fuck yo' feelings" Miles yelled at you as he leaned over the seat to look at you, he was clearly high and drunk right now.
"Bitch, ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant! I know when you fake busy, Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology!" Pulling into the driveway and getting out the car as your voice broke and cracked.
" Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?" Miles asked as he followed you out the car, slamming the car door behind him and walking into the house behind you.
"And who out that car in MY name?" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as he stood across from you.
"What? You think I'ma kiss yo' ass?" He moved away from you and turned away, walking to the kitchen. "Nah, you fucking lame."
"You know what? Fuck you, bitch." "fuck you, motherfucker." "Nah, fuck you, bitch." "nah, fuck you, mother fucker." You guys just yelled back and forth, him calling you a bitch and you calling a him a mother fucker echoing around the house.
"Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you..Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up! Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia." The yelling never stopped, getting louder and louder with every word that passed.
"Bitch, you power trippin' or guilt trippin'? I held yo' ass down" he yelled at you, finally snapping. " You just kept me down, that's a big difference! Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough. Goin' to church, prayin' for you," the tension between the two of you was thick, the air was heavy and toxic.
"Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us. Lil' dick ass man that's tryna go big" Your emotions were getting the best of you right now, yelling everything that came to mind.
"But you was suckin' this dick though." He laughed in your face. "Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his." You laughed at Miles as he turned and looked at you. "what you say?" "I shoulda found a bigger dick."
