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How come
You don't
Make time for me anymore
That's the
Last thing
She said to you
And now when
You call
She don't answer anymore
Or the line is busy
And you can't get through
In the time it would take you to learn from your mistakes
In the time it would take to dial the phone
In the time it will take you to realize her greatness,
She'll be gone,
She's moved on
To someone who takes the time
: Time by Neyo

                   Kyren P.O.V.

           "Babayyy! Babayy! Oh babayy," I sang along with Ray Charles lead singer.

           "Really?" King asked walking into the kitchen.

          "Night and Day!" I sang loudly ignoring him. Then that faded out and I started singing the next song.

           "Girl why don't you. Tell me. What you. Want me. To do to you. Sayyyy it. Sayyy it! Sayyy it," I sang.

         "Say what!" Kings snapped.

         "IT!" Kyan sang.

         "Next song," Lyric snapped. I changed the song and something else came over. I looked over at King and Lyric.

           "Let me lick you up and d-" I started.

          "Hell nah," King snapped. Next.

          "Every time I close my eyes, I wake up feeling so h-"

         "Kyren Jr!" My mom snapped. I sighed and changed it.

         "Somebody told me that there's trouble at home. Cause we never talk a lot when we spend time alone," I started. She nodded.

          "Whatever you want. Its alright with me. Cause you got that whip appeal. So whip it on me. Its better than love. As sweet as can be.," I sang along to Babyface. 

          "Why do you like old music?" Lyric asked.

           "Cause this new music wack. It doesn't have meaning," I shrugged.

          "What's your favorite song?" King asked.

          "More by Silk," I answered. Lyric smiled.

         "You look so passionate when you talk about music," she beamed.

          I smiled back. "Well I gotta bounce. Anybody wanna ride with me?" I asked.

         "Are you sure?" Kyan asked.

         "Yes or no before I change my damn mind Khanari!" I snapped.

          "Yes," she yelled grabbing her bag. I sighed heading to the car. She looked so surprised when I opened the door for her.

         "Wow. I didn't know you could be nice," she mumbled once I got in the car.

         "I'm not being nice. I'm being a gentleman," I shrugged.

         "So why don't you like me, Kadyn, and Kings?" She asked.

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