L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter Seventeen §

~...put out the rest and light a brand new L--I been high all day, can't you tell..?~

I watched as Naomi broke the weed down and rolled it up in the cigarillo paper before licking it.

We sat together--side by side--outside in the lawn chairs next to her pool. The sun was going down slowly but surely. I let my Pandora radio playlist from my phone play aloud. Notorious BIG's Hypnotize was playing as I set the lighter to the end of the joint that Naomi already had in her mouth.

She inhaled then exhaled letting the smoke fill the air between us. Naomi passed the blunt over to me so I could get a few hits in too. Everything was quiet between us until now.

"Is your favorite color grey or black?" She asked looking over at me.

I exhaled,"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"You wear a lot of it. Seemed pretty obvious."

"What's yours?" I ask handing the joint back over.

"Yellow. I like yellow," Naomi answered after taking another hit," It's bold and bright."

"I didn't take you as the smoking type," I blurted out.

"Why not?"

"You seemed to good for all that."

Naomi rolled her eyes at me,"You're basing this off of the old me, right?"

I nodded. I couldn't help but to compare her to the old version. That's all I knew. I didn't really know the new and improved Naomi just yet.

"Stop doing that to me. I said I was sorry more than once to you. I've changed. People can do that. I'm not a snob anymore," Naomi objected.

"Remember how you said you only messed with me because I didn't fuck with you?" I asked taking a drag.

"Yeah..." Naomi replied with her eyes closed.

"Why did me not fucking with you bother you that much?"

"I used to be the "people pleaser" type. You were the only one that wasn't pleased and I couldn't get why. I figured something was wrong with you, mentally," Naomi laughed,"I guess all and all I just kind of...liked you. You were cute and kind of quiet, and I didn't get why you weren't fond of me like the rest."

"Were?" I chuckled.

"Shut up," Naomi giggled.

"Do you still think that I am?" I ask," or have I become uglier since?"

What kind of weed strand does she blow? Because I probably won't remember any of this tomorrow by the way this tree got me feeling at the moment.

Her stash was definitely some high grade.

Naomi sat up in her seat, resting on her elbows and eyed me up and down.

"You're better actually," she blushed.

I swung my legs over the chair so I could face her sitting up.

"One thing I can say is you were always gorgeous as hell. Whether I liked you or not."

Naomi rolled her eyes," Not pretty enough for you to talk to me."

"I'm talking now," I pointed out.

Naomi reached for my hand and I let her grab it. I looked up at her to see she was licking those lips of hers that I had an urge to kiss so bad right now.

This can't be right.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She wondered.

Looking at you like what? A snack.

I shook my head and lied," Nothing. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

In my normal mindset I wouldn't be so forward with anyone, but since I'm on a high...it's a different story for me.

"Sometimes," I sighed," I need someone to talk to. About life and all that good shit. A women my age to talk to. I don't have anyone like that, but..."

"You want to talk to me about things?" Naomi cut me off.

"If you'd allow it."

"I wouldn't mind it at all. I need a comforter too sometimes," she admitted," you're secrets will be safe with me. I promise."

I smiled," Good to know. I really appreciate it."

One thing bad about me is that I'm always fast to trust sometimes. Which is one key area where I fucked up with Marlena. I trusted her too easily. Everyone around me seemed to know that our relationship became money after marriage but me. I failed to believe it even when it was staring me dead in the face.

Although, once you lose that trust that I give to you, you could never get it back.

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