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𝗞𝗜𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗈 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗝 𝟢𝟨.𝟣𝟧.𝟤𝟦— 𝟦:𝟥𝟩 𝖠𝗆
❝𝘿𝘼𝙈𝙉 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿?❞ 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑, rubbing Kj's back as they both sat on the floor of the bathroom.
kj mugged the shit out of her as she slightly turned around to face her, "does it look like i'm good cuh?"
"i was just askin," ameri frowned moving kj's hair out her face. kj sighed and leaned back against a wall, "i'm sorry, i just.... i been throwing up all fuckin week"
ameri grabbed her water bottle off of the counter and handed it to kj, "it's okay, do you wanna go to the doctors or something?"
kj shook her head as she stood to her feet, "ain't really no need to,"
ameri let out a breath and nodded her head, ameri had a feeling of what it could be but she didn't want to say it and just be accusing kj.
"von went to the store to go get me some shit and leaving the house right now just doesn't seem like somethin i wanna do" kj huffed turning on the water so she could brush her teeth.
"okay, i'll be in your room" ameri mumbled standing up as well and leaving the bathroom.
ameri was kj's close friend, like best friend. but they were nothing alike. ameri was soft and sweet while kj was quite literally the opposite of it.
ameri lived in harlem so it was hard to see each other but when they did they would stay together for weeks on end.
kj leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. her eyes were tired, a hint of frustration lining her features.
she rinsed her mouth, wiping her face with a towel before turning off the faucet. the nausea still lingered, but she tried to push it down as she took a deep breath and headed back to her room.
the house was quiet, von, covi, and lee weren't there like they always were. and her mom was at work like normal.
as kj entered her room, she found Ameri sitting cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through her phone.
"everything okay?" ameri asked, looking up from her screen, concern etched on her face.
kj shrugged, flopping down onto the bed beside her. "i guess. i just hate this feeling, it's so filthy"
