Interlude (n): is defined as an intervening or interruptive period, space, or event. These intervals in time are often accompanied by new experiences, new memories, or new people. But, in Bryson's case, it's all the above. (Updates every Friday)
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I'm not yours, never was and I really just can't be mad I'm the one, I know, I'm the one And I'm completely fine with everything that I am Too damn strong To let you get the best of me Took way too long To find the light inside of me Fuck all these niggas
Niggas x Kehlani
"You looking good." He licked his lips. "Boy bye. I always look good." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Nah, not when you got that ugly ass bonnet on at night." He laughed. The fact that I was mugging him made him laugh more.
"You know I'm playing with you baby." He threw his arm behind his head and grinned. Ugh. Why was this boy so fine? Like, he wasn't even trying to be sexy, yet here he was, making me want to squeeze my thighs together. "So, that girl done moved out. Living on her own. I know you feeling yourself."
I smiled. I was proud of myself. Within the few months I'd been back, I decided I was gonna go to the local university to finish my degree. I had gotten a job working in someone's office, filing papers. It was boring as hell, but shit for $17 an hour, I really didn't care what I was doing. It felt good, making money and having responsibilities.
I wasn't living alone, like I imagined I would, but moving into Zemora's spare bedroom was a blessing. Rent wasn't as expensive and I wasn't really lonely. We had almost the same hours so we'd be home together, most of the time. I got to know her on a deeper level the past few weeks since I've moved in.
In high school, I thought she was a real quiet girl, shy, and to herself. But, once I got to know her, it was like we knew each other for years! She was sweet, funny, dedicated, smart, and chill. She had this little shell around her, so I made it my job to help her burst out of it.
"When you letting a nigga visit you?" I eyed him with a raised brow. "You coming to Kentucky?" He chuckled. "That's where my girl is, hell yeah I'm coming." "Your girl." I snorted. "So you ain't my girl now?" He asked. "I've never been your girl, Jabari." I replied honestly. This FaceTime call was about to go downhill and I knew it.
"Here you go, Naomi." He kissed his teeth. "You love arguing with me huh?" He continued. "Who's arguing?" I rolled my eyes. "We are. Shit, that's where this conversation is headed. Every time we talk about this shit, we end up arguing." "Because you don't wanna commit, Jabari!" I found myself raising my voice.
For this nigga not to be my man, we sure argued like a couple. This and only this was the only thing we ever argued about. Him committing. He wanted to fuck me and do all this girlfriend and boyfriend shit, without a title. Me, being the dumbass I am, went with it. But, I'm tired of it now. I was committed to him and making this relationship work, but he wasn't having it.
"You still fucking around with Jayla ain't you?" I squinted my eyes at him. He kissed his teeth instead of answering my question. I didn't even need him to give me a yes or no. I just got my answer.
"Naomi, you in a whole other state. You changing schools and shit. This long distance shit ain't gon' work." He tried to reason with me. "How do you know it's not gonna work? You don't even wanna try!" I could feel myself getting frustrated.
