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Harlem Santino

Harlem sighed looking over his Shakespeare notes with a small frown decorating his features.

He could already feeling a migraine climbing up the back of his head, sucking his teeth Harlem stood up from his little desk stretching upward successfully popping his joints.

He would love to just spark up and thug this shit out but he wasn't willing to hand up his position on the team just for a quick high.

Sluggishly moving towards his door his hand slipping up inside his shirt and pressing against his stomach.

Reaching over he scooped his keys into his hands before shoving them into the pockets of his grey sweatpants before swinging open his door.

Nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting on the other end.

Looking up from the phone in his hands Capri's pretty eyes found their way to Harlem's. For a second they just stared at each other, taking in the other's appearance.

Harlem despite his anger with Capri couldn't help but the find the man still fine as hell. Even with his slightly fuzzy braids and bummy fit.

Capri could have bursted into tears there then, after so long without seeing his man he wanted nothing more than to climb right into his arms and never let go. But he knew better than to try it.

"Whatchu doin' here." Harlem blinked a couple of times, reminding himself that he was in fact mad at Capri despite wanting to kiss the man so bad. 3 months is a long time to go without talking especially if that's yo nigga.

Capri swallowed dunking his head a little, he could still feel Alonzo's gaze from behind him mixing with Harlem's. He felt as if he was being pulled apart by the intensity. "Could we uh, can we talk in there?" Capri whispered meekly glancing up at Harlem who only scoffed and took a step backwards giving Capri enough room to enter his room.

Closing the door behind him, Harlem move to take a seat at his desk while Capri stood in the middle of his room feeling more than out of place.

"Sitcho ass down. You wanna talk now so let's fuckin' talk. Let's talk 'bout where da fuck you been at, why you got me blocked, why you fell out with Greg and Mei." Harlem's voice never once raised however from the way he was staring into the side of Capri's head and his clenched jaw, his anger was more than clear.

Capri quickly sat himself on the edge of Harlem's bed, his hands naturally finding themselves fumbling with each other. His eyes looking anywhere but Harlem.

He didn't even know where to begin, usually he wasn't one for finding himself stuck but sitting there in front of Harlem he felt all his guilt hit all at once tenfold.

"Capri I'm not playing witcho ass forreal." Harlem frowned deeply his anger stemming from a place of deep hurt. He wanted so badly to know what kept Cap from being here just when he needed him the most.

Capri's mouth opened and closed a few times before he could finally get the words out. "I thought you cheated on me." He spoke softly, causing the room to fill with silence. After a couple of minutes Capri glanced upwards meeting Harlem confused and pissed expression.

"How did you come to da kinda conclusion? Have I ever gave you any reason to question me?" His nostrils flared staring down at the man he so desperately loved but wanted to fight so bad. Capri blinked feeling himself grow emotional.

"I know what happened to you," Harlem's face slowly relaxed, he swallowed thickly looking away from Capri's now wet with tears face. "She, that bitch called me while she was, 'n I thought you was-" a tear dropped down Harlem's left cheek his head bowed making Capri stand up and walking in between his legs pulling Harlem's head to his chest.