Sevyn and Von hung around the same people but did not like each other. But they were just cordial. Until Von's birthday came up and Sevyn was the only friend of his that remembered.
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Sevyn POV
Los Angeles, California August 11th Wednesday, 8:37 p.m.
When i got out of the shower i did everything in the bathroom and came out.
I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and put on my fluffy slippers and looked in my full length mirror putting on my bedtime perfume.
"What's fa dinner?" Von asked laying on his back on the bed.
"Does your mother not feed you? Why are you always waiting on us?" I said laughing.
"I jus like bein witcho ass." He said going on his phone and i opened my bedroom door and he quickly got up following behind me.
"Sevyn. I left out the chicken. And we have some stuff to make Alfredo." My nana said from her room.
"Okay. I'm going to cook." I said heading to the kitchen.
"Lemme me help you cook ma." Von said running up behind me.
"Can you cook Von?" I said eyeing him starting to pull out the pots and pans.
"Jus tell me what ta do. I aint slow." He said standing next to me.
I started pulling out the ingredients and let him pour things and measure things. And normally i HATE when people are in the kitchen with me. But Von is good company.
"Von taste this." I said dipping the spoon in the sauce and putting it to his mouth. And he tasted it.
"It need mo cheese." He said and i nodded and shredded dome more cheese sprinkling it in the pot and stirring.
I flipped the chicken as I stirred and Von just messed around with the music.
"Von can we listen to—"
"Ion like yo music taste Sevyn." He said interrupting me making me laugh.
"Why not?" I said.
"Because yo shit make me wanna think and get in my damn feelings. I wanna think about drills ah sum." He said.
"Maybe you need my music taste. That sounds...unfortunate." I said going over and taking the iPad from him and he groaned and laid his head down on the counter.
I turned on Love Drought by Beyonce.
"You my life line and you tryna kill me. If I wasn't me would you still feel me? Like on my worst day. Or am I not thirsty enough?" I sung.
"Nevermind. I like hearin you sing ma." He said.
"Do you really?" I said.
"Why you always think a nigga lyin ah sum?" He said sitting up making me laugh.
