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9:16 PM | HARLEM, NY
BOSH stumbled into your room, knocking over a couple of your books as well as they dropped with a loud thud. You were in the shower, unable to hear the thudding of books in your room. He always came over completely unannounced.
He looked around your room, expecting you to be there even though he knew you always showered at this time of night. He plopped down onto your bed, deciding to just wait for you to get out. He was high out of his mind, even a little faded. The liquor he had previously drank was still in his system. He couldnt really do anything, feeling a little lightheaded even as he laid on your bed. He wanted you to get out the shower so badly, he couldnt take it anymore.
Soon enough, as if the heavens were on his side, he heard the water stop. It was easy for him to hear since your room was right in front of the bathroom. He was lost in his thoughts, feeling anxious for no reason, maybe it was the weed. He didnt even know what he had tonight, that part completely erased from his mind.
Suddenly, your bedroom door opened, snapping him out of it, "Bosh?" He heard your voice fill the room. He hadnt realized how much he had exactly missed you until now. "hm..yea?" He said, his eyes roaming your body as you stood there in your pajamas. "What are you doing here?" You asked him, totally forgetting that he kept the spare key to your apartment. "Wanted to see you.." He told you, laid on his back on your bed, expecting you to lay down with him as if that argument two nights ago didnt happen.
That argument was the worst one you two had experienced, it was completely unnecessary too, but it still happened anyways. "Why?" You asked him, not expecting him to actually be here in your room. "Whatchu mean, 'why'? Im yo man," He said, trying not to grow frustrated but it was hard not to from the weed and liquor. You looked at him confused, your blue LED lights reflecting off his skin and your own.
"Why you standing there lookin' all dumb, come here," He said, making a 'come here' motion with his hand, calling you over. You were hesitant but you complied anyways, unable to deny the fact that you had missed him more than you'd like to admit. He wrapped his arm around your waist, once you sat on the bed, pulling you down to lay with him.
He buried his face into your neck, taking in your scent that he loved so much while his hands roamed over your waist. He still had that anxious feeling, but it was slowly dying down with your presence. He felt your hand play with the chain he was wearing around his neck, a small smile playing on his face. "I missed you...'m sorry 'bout arguing wit you" He mumbled into your neck, pressing a couple light kisses against your skin. You didnt want to forgive him so fast, but it was hard not to give in.
He heard you sigh quietly, knowing exactly what was on your mind. "Baby, I mean it...I was dead wrong for dat shi.." He said, pulling his head away from your neck to look at your face. "You always say that, Bosh. This is like the tenth time, I cant keep doing this with you," You told him, deciding to just go for it and voice your concerns. He looked at you in silence, before kissing his teeth, "I know, ma. I'm tryna change f'you. I promise," He said, starting to sit up a bit in bed despite the state he was in currently.
He leaned his head back against the headboard of your bed, sighing loudly. "You know I love you, right?" He asked you, looking down at your face, his eyes red which was a dead giveaway at his current predicament. "I know.." You responded, examining his face before asking your own question, "You high or something?"
"Man, why that matter right now? The fuck, you on?" He said, snapping at you, not even meaning to. He didnt want to talk about it, clearly. "I was just asking," You said, rolling your eyes. "Nah, dont roll yo eyes at me, I aint one of ya friends. Ion play 'bout that shit" He said, making a big deal out of nothing. "My bad.." You mumbled, looking away from him.
The silence didnt last long though, being broken by you. "How you get in?" You asked him, turning your head to look back at him, brows furrowed. "Spare key you gave me.." He said tiredly, looking at your face. He couldnt look away, it was like he was stuck in a trance. His emotions were ramped up a couple extra miles due to the weed he had smoked and enjoyed just a couple hours ago.
"You always come over without telling me." You said, fighting back the itch to roll your eyes. It was a habit. "It aint a big deal, I just missed you" He said, shaking his head, eyes still on you. "Lemme just make it up to you, aight? Ion want you mad at me," He told you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. He just wanted to hold you close to him, his body craving the feeling of yours. "Who said I was mad?" You asked him, looking at him. "Ian dumb. I can tell when you mad, baby" He told you, before pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips.
"You finna let me make it up to you, or you just gon' stay on that petty shi?" He asked you, his hand reaching up to your neck as he rubbed the skin there. "Yeah," You told him, a smile making its way on your face and staying there despite how much you wanted it to cease. He made you smile hard as hell, sometimes. "Pretty ass smile..c'mere," He mumbled, pressing his lips against yours, and starting to kiss you relentlessly.
He would do anything for you to stay in his life, nobody else could compare. No matter how much he tried to get you out of his mind, you always just came back around. He couldnt stay away from you, you two were like magnets. It was just you in his world, and he wanted it to stay that way forever.
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