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Capri Laurent

"Get in." Alore's voice made Capri's head snap up. The stick of a cherry lollipop hanging from between his lips.

Popping it out of his mouth, Cap licked his red stained lips while opening Alore's car door and climbing inside.

Immediately after entering he was surrounded by the smell of bath and body works Japanese Cherry Blossoms.

He knew that smell anywhere considering every hoodie Heaven had ever borrowed from him ended up smelling like it.

"Hey boo, you look cute today." Alore smiled looking over at Cap who thinned his lips and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Somewhere along the way of their newly formed friendship Alore had made the habit of calling Capri Boo.

"Hey hoe, you look nice too. Where are we going?" Cap hummed, popping his sucker right back into his mouth while turning on his seat warmer and turning the vents towards him.

By now Capri was a serial passenger seat princess. His poor old trusty Honda hardly ever even left the driveway.

"I was thinking we could do a little shopping, I wanna go thrift shopping and get some crystals." Alore hummed, holding the wheel with both her well manicured hands. Scraping the tip of his acrylic nails against the stitching.

"Bet, I've been meaning to go to the mall. I gotta buy my friend a jacket cause I accidentally on purpose stole his." Cap mumbled looking down at his phone.

Harlem and him had been texting all morning, mostly about dumb shit. Yet somehow it kept a small smile on Cap's face.

Big Baby

Capri.
I ain't even too much playin no more who are you wit rn?

Capri rolled his eyes, how many times did he need to tell this man that he wasn't his daddy?

Who im wit is my business, no?

Oh fr?

Directly after Harlem's response his name and a sleepy picture of him flashed across Capri's screen.

"This nigga ain't waste no time." Capri laughed declining the call only for Harlem to call back directly after.

You being childish asf

"Boo who the hell blowin' up your phone?"
Alore glanced down, her both hands still resting on the stirring wheel.

Seeing the contact the on Capri's phone her eyes widened, mouth parted and throat dry as if she had just ate sand.

Snapping her eyes away Alore cleared her throat, and turned up her music up. Staring forward with a look that Capri couldn't figure out.

Choosing to ignore her odd behavior he finally decided to answer Capri's call.

"You play too fuckin much. When I call you pick that shit up."

Harlem frowned on the other end of the call. Sitting on his bed leaned over with his elbows resting on his knees. He was about 2 seconds from hanging up and calling Greg to get Cap's location.

"Chill out, Lem, damn. It ain't even all that serious. You just woke up?" Capri hummed, playing with the string of his sweats.