It's okay, you just don't know no better,
you're better off being alone ...
Hope you find comfort in all of the lies that you told..
You'll never get it, I get it, I'm here on my own..
I'll be on my own ...
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📍𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚
...
Braylen sat on the couch, staring at his phone while LJ and Marco argued back and forth.
Marco was halfway in the kitchen, digging through his backpack, when he yelled out.
"Aye, bitch, where my swishers at?"
LJ looked up from his phone with a mug. "Bitch, when have you ever seen a nigga put a swisher up to his mouth?"
Before Marco could say anything, LJ pointed at the blunt in his hand. "You better smoke this wood or get the fuck on."
All three of them started laughing, the room filling with the usual jokes and smoke. But Braylen's laugh didn't last long. He leaned back into the couch, eyes heavy with thoughts that were way deeper than what was happening in the apartment. He hadn't really been himself all week.
LJ peeped him from across the room. "Yo, B, why yo ass so quiet, bruh? You usually the one talking shit, but you over there lookin like somebody stole a zip from you."
Braylen just shrugged at first, but he knew them niggas weren't gonna let him off that easy. He sighed, leaning forward and rubbing his hands across his face. "Man, it's Seoni..."
Marco and LJ exchanged looks, already knowing how this was gone go.
Marco raised his eyebrow, ready for the tea. "wassup with Seoni? Y'all was just good."
Braylen ran a hand over his face, trying to find the words. "Last week, bro. She was crying. Like, really crying. I ain't never seen her ass like that before. I tried to talk to her, but she shut down, wan hearing shit I had to say. I left ha shit feeling like I ain't do enough. Been thinking bout that shit all week."
LJ shook his head. "Damn, B, you sound like you really in deep with ha ass cuh."
Braylen took a deep breath, trying to put it into words. "Man, this the first bit i ever gave a fuck about. If she ain't right, it feel like i ain't either. Ion know..this shit weird cuh."
Marco and LJ exchanged another look, both of them trying not to laugh. Then, at the same time, they both said, "Whipped."
Braylen couldn't help but crack a smile, but he wasn't about to let them clown him like that. "Nah, bruh. I ain't even had the pussy yet."
He lied, but only because he knew what was coming next.
They both looked at him like they didn't believe him.
He shook his head. "I'm dead ass. It ain't even about that. It's ha mind, bruh. She smart and ambitious, but she closed off to the point where you wanna know what she got going on. Ion kno man."
