Ｔｏｘｉｃ －Ｌｏｖｅ
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Christian Byle Jr || Chicago, IL
It been a couple of hours since they've got back. We were having fun and drinking . I'm sitting on the couch and kijea comes and sits on my lap and lays her head on my shoulder.
"What's wrong kijea" I asked holding her. "nothing" she says as her words were kinda slurred. "can we talk now?" I asked lifting up my head and looking at her.
"kijea, wheres my phone" Sky ask as she raises her voice slightly. "It's on the counter" kijea says turning her head in the kitchens direction.
to be honest I just wanna talk. I know what I did was wrong but It's not that bad to the point she ignoring me.
"I'm tired" kijea says as she yawns , getting up and stretching. "ight come on, we can hit up my pops crib." I say pulling at her hands causing her to look down at me.
"okay" she says looking away , beginning to walk to kitchen. I stand up right behind her and follow her.
no one was up really. jasir and angel been had went to bed. Zeke, Jaden and sky was still up, deylani fell asleep in the guest room along with dani and ant. and London was asleep in jasirs mom's room. which wasn't weird since it was about 12 at night.
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Me and kijea finally had made it to the car and we both got in.
"So can we talk now" I said while starting the car. "nah" kijea said while putting on her seat belt. "come on kijea , the picture wasn't even that bad bro" I said getting irritated.
"you right it wasn't." she said while looking at me with a straight face.
"so then whats the problem ?" I said in an irritated tone.
"the problem is how many times is we gone go through this. this shit is tiring Christian." she said looking away from me while putting her head against the window.
I can tell that kijea was serious and actually tired , she never uses my real name unless she's actually feeling some type of way.
I mean I don't wanna be going through this shit either. she's right it is tiring but ion know, it's like it just keep happening and whenever we try to part ways we always end up back wit each other.
"kijea , I don't know? I'm not trying to put us through this shit on purpose?" I say sarcastically looking away from her while starting my car.
"right" kijea says while raising down her window. "kijea I'm serious, I'm not" I said while pulling off.
"I can't tell." kijea says. i come to a stop sign so i stop and look at her. she sits there with her head against the piece of window that isn't rolled down.
"kijea-" "Christian can we just go, I'm tired" she said while cutting me off.
I'm glad she cut me though. because if I would've said what I wanted to say we would've been arguing until we got to my pops crib.
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we finally made it to my dads crib. it was real quiet when we got out the car and made our way into the house. "is your sister here?" kijea asked as she walked upstairs . "I don't know, probably" I replied as I walked upstairs behind her. kijea goes and knocks on my sister door and my sister tells her to come in.
