Just Friends

I'm Sorry?

When I got home it was quiet as hell. Something I haven't been use to in a while. Javion still wasn't home and Nathan disappeared, but I could sleep peacefully without hearing any video games, music, or bickering from those two.

Not even twenty minutes into my slumber I heard knocking on my door. I checked my phone and realized that I turned it off. 

"Who is it?" No response. I looked at the clock on the cable box and noticed it was 12 o'clock. "Who is it?" I yelled. Still no response. They knocked on the door harder and I could hear laughing. Me being irritated and half sleep I answered the door. 

"Took you long enough." Vonte said. 

"What the hell? Why you here?"

"I called you but it kept going to voicemail. Thought sum was wrong witcha." He said as he walked towards me.

"I'm fine, now go back where you came from." I said putting my arm up on the door.

"A nigga can't come in and chill?"

"What happened last time you came to chill?"

"Ha, nothing fa real. Yo lil' buddy got in my way last time. Is he here or sum?"

"No he's not, and I don't want you here either Vonte." 

"Why?"

"I'm tired, I've been dealing with dumb ass people for the past week and I don't wanna deal with no one else at the moment. I just wanna sleep." 

"I feel you. Well I'll let you sleep and I'll talk to you later?"

"I guess." 

"Or, you could let me comfort you." I was too tired to argue, so I just let him in.

"And this isn't no Netflix and chill moment either."

"I ain't even thinking bout allat. You just seem like sum wrong witcha so I wanna comfort you." I guess I been looking like this all day.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna talk about it, at least not to you."

"Why not? It got sum to do with that nigga huh?"

"Yeah, but..."

"You know I'll fuck him up right?"

"You don't even have to do all that. I think I fucked him up enough." I said as I slowly laid down in my bed. 

"What you do to him?"

"As I said, I don't wanna talk about it."

"Aight ma." He said standing over me. 

"What you doing?"

"Waiting for you to give me permission to lay down witcha." I laughed a little because I know this nigga ain't serious. 

"You the one who offered."

"But I know you don't like my ass. Shit I didn't even think you'll say yes fa real." 

"Whatever, just come lay down." I said as I moved over leaving some space for him. I really don't know why I said yes to him laying with me, but company like this shouldn't hurt me...I hope.

When I woke up I heard music, not smooth soothing morning music, but trap music. I quickly got up without putting my robe or anything on and rushed to the kitchen.

"Pussy nigga talking like he want these problems. Before I had a mil' I was a fucking robber. Hit em' with that chopper. That money, that chain, that...oh good morning Trinity." he said as he cooked some bacon.