I woke up with my head in brysons lap and my feet on swan and eric they all sleep and my remotes on my stomach. I stand up trip on swans remote Me: oh fuck you swan Bryson: yo what you doing Me: I need to go and wash up Bryson: we all do they probably gonna stay over here you coming back Me: oh you want me to Bryson: I mean it would be cool Me: ok I guess but -looks at my watch- I'm late for work! I run out the house and drive to my condo and take me a quick shower wear my hair down pit on a plain white T-shirt some ripped jeans my Gucci slides nude lipstick and my round glasses. And I hurry into the car and drive to the hair salon
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Brooklyn: well your only 30 minutes late Me: brooks I'm sorry I got caught up Brooklyn: yea you working your extra 30 minutes Me: ok fine that's cool I finish my shift and work my 30 minutes overtime then I go to bryson house I ring he doorbell and swan opens the door Swan: what's up Lil mama you back for more Me-pushes his chest- nigga please back for what I walk past him into the kitchen where bryson fixing him some Pepsi Me: hey Bryson:-scared- the fuck you came from Me: your little friend swan he let me in trynna get with me Bryson: that nigga a fool Me: yea where's eric Bryson: he taking a shit Me: what y'all want Bryson: this morning we had some fucking cereal but I'm hungry now Me: yea imma order some pizza Bryson: alright cool with me I go to the sitting rooms and prefer some pizza while swan playing GTA Swan: so you like my man Me: what you mean Swan: I mean would y'all fuck Me: ask bryson Swan: oh shit Bryson! He walks in Bryson: what man- he says while texting somebody on his phone Swan: you hit this Bryson:-he look up at me- nah why Swan: cause I'm bout to Brysom: chill with that shit swan damn Me: its cool Swan: oh really-he looks at me with a sneaky smile- Me: nope never mind Bryson: come here Moe I get up and follow bryson to the kitchen Bryson: so I have a question Me: ok what's up -I sit on the counter- Bryson: do you want to come on tour with me Me: on tour bryson that's a lot Bryson: yea but I mean do you know how boring it gets with me and all my managers and shit Me: yea but bryson I got work Bryson: man fuck your work please Me: oh god I don't know if I can- He crashed his lips with mine then pulls away Bryson: please Me:-speechless- I need to think about it that's a lot Bryson: look I'll pay for everything you don't need to so nothing but just be there Me: why won't you invite Lena Bryson: what Lena where she come from Me: I mean you do fuck with her so invite her Bryson: I don't fuck with her I been done with her Me: really bryson then why was she dm me the today talking about stop fucking with you and shit Bryson: I don't know that ain't had nothing to do with me Me: well she told me y'all was engaged Bryson: -speechless- what I'm Me: I mean it is on your Instagram bryson you should look Bryson: I dont- Me: bye bryson I walk out the kitchen Me: and you can have the pizza I leave and go to my car and drive home Man what a shame I keep getting played as soon as I finished ordering pizza I looked on Instagram because somebody dm me and I saw bryson posted a picture of harley and his now fiancé how you got a fiance and still trynna fuck with me its true a nigga will be a nigga. I knew I shouldn't of posted that pic of us from yesterday. No worries I'm going to take it down. I get home and watch the boondocks for the rest of the day I can't believe I just got played but I'm good tho its cool that's why I don't fuck with all these nigga like that. I go home and lay down on my bed then I Starr feeling nauseous as fuck I go into the bathroom and throw up in my toilet I brush my teeth and wash my hands. Why did I get sick for?
