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Soul Tied

There was a chill breeze contrasting the warm sun this autumn evening. Dyonnie was walking from the store, his burgendy sweatsuit warm and fuzzy against his smooth melanated skin. The afternoon was nice so he decided to walk to the speedy mart for some more wraps instead of driving.  Turning the corner he didn't expect to see a red infinity, tints complete black, parked behind his grey honda. Dyonnie knew who the car belonged to. Getting closer to his porch a long slender man slips out of the mysterious vehicle with a loud shut of the door nd the locking signal.

Dyonnie's Pov

  Is he really here or am I buggin. This caramelised spongebob built nigga gon follow me up the porch not a word spoken. I can feel his presence behind me, how could you not his stature giant compared to the average height I stood. Placing my key into the slot twisting the knob and stepping into the house , I  don't bother closing the door just walking down the hall to my room.

   I set my bag of goodies on the bed slipping my slides off, I eventually hear a faint slam signifying my door was now shut. Now in my closet taking my jacket and socks off leaving me in my white tank. I turn back to see the slim nigga slipping through my bedroom door.

  "I called you".

  I don't care to respond right away. I mean it wasn't a question, I just continue to my mirror tying my coffe creamed locs up into a pony tail missing one in the front it swinging past my eye brushing my upper lip.

  "You did?"

    I blink glancing past my own reflection I see an inverted version of the man next to my bed starring intently at my figure, slowly deep brown orbs travel up my body reaching their destination on the other pair of brown orbs in the reflection.
 
  I'm entranced for a minute the energy of this stare wasn't sexual like you would imagine. More like the feeling of protection, almost like the worry of being gone and never returning again. Looking away I decided to make a move to the bed grabbing the remote to my speaker my phone connecting to the bluetooth. Soon low melodies of Solange's soothing voice starts to vibrate out of the speakers.

   I can just feel that he wants to say something. He feels that he has to say something i just don't know what. He continues to just stare at me as i grab my tray setting it on my bed while kneeling one leg on the bed and the other standing me up. 

" Where was you at?"
 
tuh where tf it look like i was at.

" tha sto "

He shakes his head putting some shit together up there thts completely wrong.

  " You one wording me today? "

  i blink

" it was tew " i begin to smirk glancing back at my tray.

he nods his big ass head.

"tht basket still in ya closet?"

  "tha dirty one?" he know whats in there so why tf he askin dumb shit.

"mmcht"

"can i hit yo blunt" the man lets out still starring.

  I glance up from breaking down grass on my tray now connecting eyes with him.

"I don't know"

  I quirk my neck to the left just slight.

"Why should I let you hit my blunt Silky?"

  I question continuing to roll the stiky shrub in the tan paper licking across the gum, flicking my lighter slealing the spliff.

  " Why wouldn't you, somebody been kissin off ya mouf or sun"