Two best friends who grew up together joined at the hip eventually confessed their feelings for each other and started dating, however little did they know that dating would be much harder than being friends.
Will they be able to over come any prob...
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AVIER DANTAÉ RICHARDS POV||19
I ran some errands fi mommy and me self which tek up the whole day suh me just decide fi guh ova Sanjay fi bill fi di rest a di night. Sitting on the lawn chair my leg bounced up and down as I constantly checked if Amara unblocked me but she didn't .
We sat outside by the pool; he rolled up a spliff nodding along to the Tommy Lee song which was playing lowly from his speaker box.
"Uh sure uh nuh waah one bro?" he asked, referring to the spliff in his hand.
"No." I responded, taking another sip of the Bacardi on rocks.
He chuckled, "Suit uh self, si why me nuh deal wid oman? Too much stress bredda," he laughed out, lighting it up and taking a drag before letting out a big cloud of white smoke.
"Mtchew all you tap eh noise a me head ya man,"
"Oy doh come a me yard come tek out uh oman problems pon poor single me yeerr." he joked, nuh know why me come ova yah fa eno.
Him feel it funny me nuh find nothing funny right yah now.
Feeling my phone ping, I noticed the notification was from Kaylee who'd posted a story on gram.
Clicking it I realized she was out? Partying or something; the camera panned and I caught glimpse of someone who seemed to be Amara in the background.
"Mi cyah a see right," I went back on the story after it played out pausing at the exact moment when the person came into view.
"Yo Jay watch dis and tell me if anuh Amara dis," he leaned over examining the photo.
"Bloodclattt, yeh bredda cyah miss da farrid deh, a weh dhem deh look suh like club?" he laughed, laying back down. I shook my head re watching the story again.
likkle girl deh a work hard fi me put me hand pon har.
But you won't
But I might.
"Hey Siri call Gio,"
"Calling Giovanni Mobile,"
The phone rang out for a long time before it connected, loud music could be heard playing in the background.
Him muss deh wid Kaylee anyweh shi deh him deh nah ask.
"Yo ypree," he was the first to speak.
"Weh unuh deh?" I asked getting straight to the point, there was silence on his end for a bit before he spoke again.
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