N A I A R I
Portmore Country Club
Greater Portmore, Jamaica
⭐︎Bricky's House⭐︎
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"Yuh neva did ago get it back," I tell Zayvion, referring to his underpants and marina that I'm wearing now.
He called me here on my way home from work so he had to find me something to change into after my bath.
"Me never want them back," he responds, his eyes on his phone screen.
"You weren't getting then back in the first place," I reply once again, having to get the last word in.
Time fi me go eat me food now, I cannot function on an empty stomach. Me head and everything else ago start hurt me.
I scan the room, looking for my Popeyes bag and then I spot it on the bedside table to the left.
There isn't anything to sit on in the room and I'm not going downstairs so I turn to Zayvion. He looks up at me, holding my gaze.
"Me can eat pan yuh bed?" I ask him, reaching for the Popeyes bag.
"Yah."
With a smile on my face, I climbed on the bed, and take a seat to the opposite side of him. I waste no time opening the Popeyes bag and start eating my food.
I look over at Zayvion to see his eyes glued to his phone. Mussi a text him gyal them.
Soon gone text my man them too, wait til me finish eat me food and full me likkle banky banky belly.
Feeling my stare, he holds his head up and our eyes lock. "Yuh see sumn wah yuh like?" he proceeds to ask.
"Not on you," I scrunch my face in disgust as if he's not handsome. "Yuh never buy food fi yourself?"
He tilts his head to the side, a cocky smile on his face. "Worried bout me?"
No.
"No," I tell him plainly. I'm staring to think I'm too blunt. "Yuh never deh eat yet so me just a wonder."
His smile grows. "Just admit say yuh worrried bout me, nuh want me starve and thing."
"You could starve to death for all I care," I chuckle in response though I don't mean it. "But, as I was saying. I don't ever see you eating, wah yuh do? Just bun bare weed?"
"Nah," he shakes head in denial. "Me deeven smoke like that, like on a daily basis. Once in a while."
But his scent his alwats mixed with weed, even in his cars.
"Okay," I eye him skeptically, bringing a piece of chicken to my mouth. "Yuh fraid fi eat in front a me?"
He chuckles this time. "Nah, me look like somebody who shy?"
He doesn't.
"So why naah eat then?" I cover my mouth as I chew, my gaze set on him.
He shrugs. "No appetite."'
Me have sumn wah him can eat fi bring back him apetite but me nuh know if him belly a go full.
