A/n: goodmorningggg🙂↕️
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Y/n's POV
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"Man that shit is not the same thing."
"It is, dawg." Ty said, sittin' forward on the couch like he was arguin' a court case. "You just sayin' it different."
I leaned back in the chair, blunt restin' between my fingers while I watched the two of them go back and forth like idiots.
"It's not the same." Zito insisted, wavin' his hands around. "Cheating and entertaining somebody is two different categories."
Q snorted from the other side of the room. "Nigga that's just cheating with extra steps."
Zito pointed at him. "No it ain't. Entertaining is like talkin'. Laughin'. Maybe she let a nigga buy her food."
"That's cheating, dawg." Ty said immediately.
"That's not cheating."
"That's literally step one of cheating."
I shook my head, bringin' the blunt up to my lips.
"Y'all niggas sound dumb."
The smoke sat heavy in the livin' room, driftin' slow through the little bit of light comin' through the blinds. Basketball was playin' on the TV but nobody was payin' attention to it. Ty had the volume low enough where all you heard was the commentators mumblin' every now and then.
Just background noise.
The real entertainment was always in this room.
I exhaled slow, passin' the blunt towards Zito.
"But nah." Zito continued, still defendin' his dissertation. "Cheating is when physical shit happen. Entertaining is just conversation."
Ty stared at him.
"So if your girl laughin' with a nigga in his car at eleven at night—"
Zito cut him off quick. "That's different."
Ty leaned back like he'd just proven a point.
"Oh so now it's different."
"Cause why she in the car?"
Q laughed, shakin' his head.
"Listen to this nigga tryin' to create cheating tiers."
I took the blunt back when it came around again, tappin' the ash into the tray on the table.
"You sound guilty. Like you pickin' and choosin' gang." I told Zito.
He whipped his head towards me.
"I ain't guilty of shit."
"Sound like you defendin' something." Ty said.
"I'm defendin' logic."
"You defendin' sneaky behavior."
Zito sat up straighter. "Sneaky behavior is textin' hearts."
"Mane, what?" Q looked up from his phone. "Hearts?"
"Yeah." Zito said confidently. "If a girl send hearts, she cheating."
Ty blinked.
"So now emojis cheating? But the other shit ain't?"
Zito nodded like that was obvious.
"Emojis equal emotional investment."
Q let out a laugh.
"Emotional investment is crazy."
I shook my head, takin' another slow pull from the blunt.
The room got quiet for a second while everybody processed Zito's stupid ass logic.
