Trap Kween (Boyxboy)

Chapter 11- Gimme a kiss.

Pic in mm is just something to think about.

Enjoy.

Reggie POV

I don't remember much after we watched Friday. I remember laughing at the part where they yell "Damn, you got knocked the fuck out!" And I looked over at Zo to see him knocked out, head on my shoulder and all. I smiled at that and then I dozed off I guess. Now it was morning and we were cuddled up, spooning in bed, a tangled mess of limbs, my hand around his waist holding him close.

I smiled at that, I felt comfortable like this, us together in the comfort of each other, but another thought plagued my mind.

I had to tell him.

Eventually I would have to tell him about my world, about what I do. But for now, I'd keep him from that, protect him more so, so that he didn't have to experience the troubles I go through. Anyway, who knew if he'd accept me?

"You're staring, that's creepy." Zo announces, looking up from in front of me smiling.

"Sorry I was thinking."

"About?"

I shook my head at his question, flipping the cover and getting up out of bed. The breeze of cool air hits both of us. "It's cold." He pouts reaching for the cover to pull back over his self.

I searched for my phone in the pants from yesterday to check the time and when I find it I see it's 12:00 o'clock on the dot. "Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?"

"Yeah follow me." He says jumping from the bed and heading towards the door.

We walk to the bathroom next door and he closes the door behind me. I stop in my tracks when he bends down in front of me to look under the counter. After some time he resurfaces with a toothbrush.

"Here's the toothpaste."

I walk over to the sink on the right side and turn on the water to begin brushing my teeth. After we finish our morning routines we lay on bed, contemplating on what we should do today.

"So what we doing today?" I ask Zo who's prepping to make the bed. I get up and help him by fixing the sheets and the cover.

"I don't know, what do you do on Mondays."

Sell drugs.

I work non-stop, weekdays and weekends selling drugs on the streets, day to night. But trying to please my mama, I'm attempting to get out the game and stop. But one mind kept lingering in my head.

As if, it's not that easy.

I knew it wasn't that easy, but I decided to think otherwise. My head was plagued with what ifs and maybes.

Maybe it would be that easy.

What if I could just get out, and be with Alonzo?

Maybe selling drugs wasn't a forever thing, it was something for now. What if instead of selling drugs to pay the bills I could focus on my music?

"We could do whatever, my parents are having this dinner and honestly I'd rather not be in the house tonight."

"What kind of dinner?

"Some fancy dinner for snobs where people compare their riches and what prestigious college their over privileged children got accepted to." Zo mocks wearing an annoyed face.

"Damn, tell them how you really feel." I joke, smirking at him while fluffing the pillow.

I don't know why it appeared he hated his life or didn't like being here, I mean, what wasn't there to like?