"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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(UNKNOWN) DAYLION HENDRIX SUNDAY MORNING AUGUST 7th, 2022
"I THINK I saw an angel last night." Bones muttered as he adjusted his tie to his uniform. This was probably his least favorite thing about boarding school.
The uniform.
"A what?" Tyshawn questioned walking out of their bathroom fully dressed, rubbing lotion into his face so it would remain shiny and moisturized.
He loved having a shiny face, which was why he used Vaseline lotion.
"A fuckin angel, dude." Bones knew he sounded so stupid saying it out loud, but he couldn't sleep thinking about it all night.
He found it ironic that they talked for a whole other hour, but he knew nothing remotely about her that could help describe her besides her physical appearance and her nickname.
It was mostly her engaging with him and that was why, but now that it was the next day, he couldn't help but feel as if he hallucinated her.
It would make sense. He was a senior and he had never seen her before-but then there was the logic of her being new. Yet, she was the sweetest person he had ever met in his entire seventeen years of life.
"You sure?" Tyshawn asked unconvinced.
"Nigga that's what the fuck I said." Bones raised his eyebrows, and he almost went into depth before he remembered who he was, "mmcht nigga I'm a G I can't be trippin' like this. Never mind I'm tweakin'." He spoke to himself.
"Why you gotta be tweakin', maybe God did send yo ass an angel. What were you doing at the time? What did it say?" Tyshawn took a seat at his personal desk to organize it.
Bones thought back and then shook his head. "I was jus trippin Tyshawn, forget I said the shit." He stated stoically, he was unsure how to tell his best friend he was having suicidal thoughts. He would do anything to not have to go home.
Plus, the more he thought about it the less he thought it was real and was just a dream or some type of delusional episode. They weren't frequent but he'd had two in the past before so he wasn't going to say that wasn't it.
It just seemed so real he didn't know what to think.
He would push it to the back of his mind though, because today he was actually going to go to breakfast since they were serving French toast-and the real kind. Then they had to pick up their personal computer for the school year to set up for the beginning of the semester, tomorrow.
