Lately I just been talking to Maya. For her to be related to Memphis, she's pretty much the opposite. Speaking of her, she calls. " Hey bae, wyd."she asked
" None much, thinking of you, what bout you." I said bluntly.
"Daydreaming."she replied. I asked what about.
"I don't even know, just life." She said. "Bae, I hope I don't scare you off by this, but......" Please don't be asking bout no kids cause the way my lil sister be acting, I ain't tryna have no kids....like ever.
" .... Do you see this relationship going anywhere, or am I a hit and run ?" Damn we having one of those type of discussions. I replied." Well we did start off on a weird note, but to be honest, you are beautiful and I actually wanna get to know you, so what's stopping us now, we done already fucked." I was just tryna be as honest as I could.
It got silent for two minutes the finally. "Okay, I'm from Shreveport, Lousianna, but we moved up here around eight grade year. I love purple and imma Sagittarius. I like to write poems and music in general. And when I date someone I usually look for someone who can actually better me as a person, as we better each other as a whole."
Damn that's the realist shit I've heard since I moved down here.
"Ya know, that's exactly what I look for. Yea, I see us going somewhere. Your a really cool person, and I love your personality..." I'm just scared to love you. Me and relationships are like Hancock was to his wife. No matter how much they wanna be together, they just can't. No matter how much I try to love someone, I can't. I just hope this doesn't ruin our relationship.
" .... And everything about you. But we'll finish this talk later, I gotta go. " I said smoothly. I got up, put on a regular white T-shirt, some black joggers, and my Nike air force's. I walked downstairs. My sister walking out the downstairs bathroom. "Don't be in there taking thot pictures." I said fatherly. " Shut the fuck up." She reflected.
"I hope you end up on some expose Instagram page, ya lil thottie." I walked outside. I pulled out my phone to text Maya. All of a sudden a bag flew over my head. I struggled to get it off, but whoever put it over my head, keep the back of my knees causing me to fall down. They tied my hands behind my back. "Heyyyyyy! Who the fuck is this. HELPPPPP!" Somebody told me to shut the fuck up. " Nigga fuck you !" They threw me in some vehicle, then I feel something hard and metal hit me across the head. Everything went black.
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Swing My Way: Freshmen year
Teen Fiction( A CHRIS BROWN FAN-FICTION ) A fifth- teen yr old moves to Atlanta and starts high school. He goes from average teen to trapstar in only his freshman year. But faces so much trails and tribulation, from betrayal to back stabbing. Read & find out ab...
