just a bunch of drafts, catch the rift ! most likely won't be any part 2's because half of them are already books. just chapters that i wrote but didn't like.
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"i only asked that you be here for valentine's day."
"i'll be here the day after."
"that's not what i asked yo." i sighed pulling my legs out her lap. here we go again and i know it's bullshit. as always. wouldn't be the first time. "you playing with me."
"man nic don't start that shit." she mumbled looking in her phone like she was trying to ignore me. i scoffed shaking my head, going to unlock the door. i'll go inside. i don't have to deal with this. "chill."
"bye beyoncé. i'm not doing this." i pulled my arm from her soft hold. she can save whatever excuse she's about to give. it's not worth listening to.
"chill out. what's wrong with the day after?"
"the fact that you promised me you would be here on the day of. didn't we have plans bey?"
she sighed rubbing her hands down her face. that told me enough. the girl never even solidified our plans in the first place. that's what i get for being laid up and believing. should've known it would go this way.
"ridiculous."
"you know i can't just change shit."
"alright. it's cool." i attempted to get out the car again only to be grabbed softly. she gave me those pleading eyes she always did but i wasn't falling for it. told myself that if she pulled this stunt again, i wasn't changing my mind. and i mean it.
"what you want me to do?"
"i don't ask you for nothing beyoncé. the one thing i do ask you for and you promise, you can't even do it. but here i am outside with you at 3am cause you asked me to be. knowing i would get my ass in trouble.... i'm always going above and beyond for you but you can't be here for me? that's literally all i want. you."
"you got me."
"do i though? the holiday meant for us is a damn joke to you. we agreed on these plans christmas day and i bet you couldn't even tell me what it is we were gonna do."
"come on nic, that was weeks ago."
"mmhm. let me out bro." i successfully got the door unlocked before making my way to the house. we were parked down the street from my home being that i couldn't let my parents see her car in case i were to get caught.
walking up to the porch i took my shoes off before going inside. my parents will wake up from the sound of a shoe touching their floors. i wasn't about to risk it. they'll come flying down that hall with a stick.
tip toeing all the way to my room, i softly closed the door. cringing at the little squeak it made. shit. sighing, i flopped on my bed. looking at the ceiling in annoyance. why did this have to happen?
i literally have never asked this girl to do anything. shit if we're being real i didn't ask her to be here for valentine's day. it's something she promised and i asked her to keep the promise. that's what happened.
but now she can't even be here. all she does is come and go. pop up here in new york when she feels like it then go back. i'm supposed to jump whenever she say, but she can't jump one time for me. here's to say, i'm over it. she can have whatever game it is she's playing.
as i swing my legs over on the bed, my phone rang. i rolled my eyes wanting to ignore her call but i just couldn't. she has my heart more than she may ever know. i miss her too much when she's gone. it's like a piece of me is broken in her absence.
"what bey?"
"come on cookie, don't do this."
"beyoncé you just keep disappointing me yo. why you even do me like that?"
"i'm not trynna hurt you nic."
"so why couldn't you take our shit serious? you think it's a joke when i say i wanna be with you...spend time with you. all i do is see you over the phone most of the time. we don't have moments together. that's all i want from you is a space on your time book."
"you got that mama. i swear you do."
"well you do a poor job with showing me."
she sighed over the phone. a couple minutes of not saying anything i shook my head hanging up. i could feel my emotions building up and she don't even deserve to get that. at least not right now.
my lover. : come on baby. please.
one thing. all i ever asked for :
my lover. : alright. whatever you want, i'll do it.
just be here :
my lover. : i'll be here. can you talk to me as i go to my hotel?
don't just be saying it so i can be nice to you again. you better mean it. i'm tired of you getting my hopes up just to crush them. it's not a good feeling bey :
my lover. : i hear you baby
do you really though? go back and read it again. now. i mean it. :
my lover. : i did, i understand
valentine's day. not the day after. not the day before. valentine's day. february 14th. as promised :
my lover. : we can finalize plans tomorrow morning. imma pick you up for breakfast. call my phone.
no. you call me :
my lover. : you so childish ma 🤣
a couple seconds later my phone rang with her contact. i answered, sitting in silence. the sound of her car cranking let me know she had been sitting at the end of the street the whole time.
"i want to sleep on the phone with you." i got myself comfortable under the covers. she better not complain about that either because i'll start something again. i know she really doesn't like sitting on the phone all night, but i don't care. i love it and it helps me sleep better.
"we can do that mamas."
"how long are you here for this time?"
"this whole week then i'm leaving. i'll make sure to be back the day before valentine's day."
"thank you bey." i mumbled looking at the screen although it was just her contact photo. which is a picture of us from the very first time she came here and stayed. that day floods my mind every time i get to missing her.
