"Expressing yourself and the way you feel doesn't make you look weak in any way, shape,or form. Sometimes you just gotta let shit out, holding stuff in ain't gon get you nowhere Jaylen. You can tell me anything, I won't judge you 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲."-𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐫...
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Tianna groans in satisfaction, enjoying the taste of her cocoa flavored Hershey bar melt against her tongue's palate. The sweet, chocolatey bar of goodness was just what she needed after a long day of constant moving around and socializing with the few people she seen throughout her day-to-day schedule. A schedule which consisted of work, college, dance, and munching on a yummy bar of chocolate bought from her Motels beat down vending machine.
It got tiring at times, but the lineup of arrangements shaped her day. And for the most part she loved her little routine, especially the last couple of affairs including her midnight treat. However, she would choose Majorette over the small snack with ease. It was a unique style of danced derived from African Jazz, Ballroom, and hip-hop techniques. She loved everything about the sport, from the practices she attended after school, stretching with her teammates, and performing during football games. Dancing at school was the highlight of her day, and she couldn't possibly adore anything as much as she cherished majorette.
"Aye pretty lady! I know you see me. How you doing?" A rough, age worn voice calls out, successfully replacing Tianna's attention from her late-night snack onto them.
In a defensive response, her honey brown irises that were once composed were now inflamed like wildfire. Ready to snap on what she assumed to be some pervy jerk preying on the women that roamed Miami's streets at night.
"Oh, it's just you," she sighs full of relief, relaxing once she saw the drunk resting in front of her cities local store used by surrounding neighborhoods. He moved around a lot, so his presence was very unexpected; a little roamer is what she calls him.
Tianna would've never guessed that there would be a day where she would be grateful to hear her streets homeless man cat call her for what she felt like was the one thousandth time so far.
The old man smacks his lips hurt by her impassive response, "Aye, why you always gotta do a playa like that? You turning around all hostile as if you wanna beat me up or something. You never got a smile on ya face either. I really only get to see it when you're eating on that lil chocolate bar you got there. Reminds me, since you like sweet things why youn like me? I'm sweeter than sugar baby," he says, cheesing like a young child waiting for a form of praise after telling a joke.
The girl straight-faces him, unmoved by his sorry excuse of a pickup line. It seemed like each one he spat was very cringey and an ear sore to listen to. Yet, they still managed to make her giggle here and there, mostly due to pity. And she didn't bother hiding her contagious chortles either, laughing right in front of the poor man's face without a sense of shame.
"I to-told you I have a b-boyfriend sir," her words stumble over one of another, unable to form a well enough sentence from the little laughs her lips released. Tianna was lying of course; she was single than ever and planned to stay that way after her last relationship. This was just a little something that she fed the drunk so that he would leave her alone. However, the old man was very stubborn and persistent as you can see. She was starting to feel like her lies have done nothing but make him more deluded as the day's pass by, and sadly, his pickup lines seemed to become weaker with each encounter.
