devotion

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                                                         <devotion.>

Valentino's pov.

I offered him the couch and I took the bed. I knew it was too good to be true. I scared him off by asking him to stay.

This morning he was gone. I was expecting to see him lying on my couch but he wasn't there and his shoes were gone too.

I don't ever call in sick but I'm mentally sick today so I told my dad I can't come and I'm in bed right now.

I'm so sad. Popped more pills than usual. I'm used to Ken's product so I need to take more if I want to feel the effect.

There's a knock at my door so I force myself to get up and open it. I check the peephole first though because I guess I owe someone money now and he might come and kill me.

I roll my eyes at Nyel and walk back to my bed. I hear him close the door behind himself.

"Damn shorty what did I do?" He asks that like he genuinely doesn't know what he did wrong.

I believe he's acting stupid so ignore him and get comfortable in my bed. He follows me and sits down next to me. "Hm did I do something wrong?" He asks.

"Why would you just leave without saying bye?" I frown, he smacks his teeth. "I had to make a drop off and you was still sleeping. Then I handled that shit with that nigga and I was gonna bring you some food at work but yo pops said you called in sick." He explains and I look down at the white bag in his hand.

"You should've texted me." I speak. "You right. Ima text you next time aight. I'm sorry." I can't stay mad at that.

"I forgive you." I say, "why you call in sick?" He asks seemingly concerned, "because you made me sick to my stomach." He laughs at that.

"Shorty that's crazy."

Nyel's POV.

"Sorry I'm taking so long." Val says while looking trough some clothes in the store.

I took him to the mall to fully make up for not letting him know that I was leaving. That was a little messed up.

"Nah take your time. A nigga can wait." I shrug and continue to watch him shop. It's cute how focused he is.

"You're so sweet." He says. I'm happy he's happy. I want him to realize that happiness doesn't require popping a bunch of pills.

I pay for his stuff before he can pay for it and I hold his bags to assure that he's free to continue to shop everywhere.

"I don't want you to spend any more money on me. Let's go home now." He says, "nah don't worry 'bout no money. I got you." I let him know.

"It's fine." He goes to the car so I sigh and go with him. I put the bags in the back and get in the front seat myself.

I look at him when I notice him staring. He smiles happily. "You're basically my sugar daddy. I should just call you daddy." My dick twitches at that.

"Don't do that." I chuckle covering my crotch with my hand while starting the car. "Why not, daddy?" He asks innocently.

"Yo Val stop." I don't know if he playing or not but I need him to stop. I will not be beating my meat to him.

He laughs so I know that he knows what he's doing. "You play too fucking much." Now I'm semi hard and horny.

"Now I know your weakness." He sings amused about this. I'm stressed as hell over here.

"Mane quit playin'. Witcho pretty ass." I feel like his weakness is being complimented. He avoids eye contact and smiles all cute and shit when I compliment him.

"What's your favourite color?" He asks and I chuckle. "Nah don't change the topic shorty." He laughs too. "Ion got a favorite color though." I say. "You look really good in dark blue." I wore a dark blue hoodie when we first met.

"You remember that?" I ask surprised, "it's the first time we saw eachother." He shrugs. "I ain't think you'd remember though 'cause you looked high as shit." I speak.

"That's really all I remember from that week." He responds. We chat the whole ride and I'm suddenly hella talkative.

"How come I ain't never seen you around?" I question, "I like being home." He shrugs, "that's understandable." I nod, "are you a homebody?" He asks me.

"It's complicated." I don't want him to know that I got my mom living at my crib. That's embarrassing. I would definitely be a homebody if I didn't have my mom there all the time. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death but the living situation is a lot. Which is why I go outside a lot to drive around, sell alotta shit and chill with friends.

"What we 'bout to eat though?" I ask to change the topic. I'm sure he caught that because he raises a brow at me, "I could make some pasta." He luckily lets it go.

"Actually. Lemme make sumn tonight." I suggest, "oh my gosh yes!" He claps his hands, "you trust me in your kitchen?" I chuckle.

"I'll be right next to you. I'm so exited to try your food." I really like seeing him smile and happy and excited and in all the good moods.

"Don't expect too much." I warn him. I learned how to cook better when my mom started burning stuff in the kitchen. Her food started being over salted too and eventually we realized that she wasn't okay and she shouldn't be watching over us anymore. Now I'm watching over her.

I immediately stop thinking about that sad shit when I notice Val looking at me. He smiles and I smile back.

Val is like a breath of fresh air. He makes me happy. I'm definitely getting soft now. Only for him though.

I gotta make up my mind. How do I really feel about Val?

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