Healer

Tripped Out

I ended up staying another night with Tyson. It seems weird that he's so much like Giovanni, but I can't imagine myself with him. Tyson is like my best friend, hell he is my best friend and his opinion means everything to me. I kept thinking about the whole "Forgive and Forget" situation and everything in me is screaming Fuck That.

Its like I couldn't help but hate him with a passion. Taylor feels like he deserves a 'Second Chance' and I just think he should croak and die. I don't believe I'm holding a 'grudge' but if I am I have some hella good reasons.

First he disrespected my Dead boyfriend,

Second he got me caught and put in a holding cell.

And Third he joked about me getting out then gave me a bitch ass apology.

If you don't think that's a good enough reason than I'm not the only one with a problem.

"What you thinking about?" Tyson asked while playing in my hair.

"Nothing important." I huffed.

"I know you thinking about the conversation we had yesterday."

"Then why did you ask what I was thinking about?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Wanted to know if you'd tell me the truth." he shrugged.

"Oh yeah, well I was telling the truth because it isn't important at all."

"Its important when Taylor gets overwhelmed."

I chuckled. "She gets overwhelmed when her shoes don't match her lipstick."

He laughed. "True but you know how things work she begs you refuse until she gets annoying and you finally do it."

I smiled. "You say it as if its a easy ass algebra question."

"That's cause I know y'all like the back of my hand." he chuckled.

Yeah he obviously knows way too much about Taylor and I but like I said he's my best friend.

"Enough about my shitty life lets talk about yours,"

He smirked. "Ain't much to talk about that's why I like talking about your 'shitty' life."

I started laughing. "Fuck you and your dry ass life. Need a soda or something for moisture?"

"Nah I know something wetter I need but you won't let me get it." he chuckled when I hit his chest.

"NOT FUNNY!"

"Aight talking extra Caucasian and shii." He chuckled and my phone started ringing.

I went to grab it but Tyson got to it before I could. Too much like Giovanni!

"Ya!" He answered like a hoodlum and all I could do was laugh.

"Ya she right hea playing wit a real nigga di--." I took my phone before he could finish.

"Hello?" I chuckled at Tyson's shocked face.

"Um..Leilani?" I heard a familiar masculine voice.

"Who is this?"

"Omar or Onyx whatever you'd like to call me." I automatically got pissed off.

"Why do you have my number?" I asked as calm as possible.

"Ya friend Taylor gave it to me saying you asked me to call you."

I hung up in his face immediately calling Taylor. It went to voicemail the first two times but I kept on calling until she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered with an attitude.

I should be the only person pissed off!

"The Fuck you gave that nigga my number for?"

She sighed. "I don't care how much you 'Hate' him your going to except his apology and get over all the bullshit bye!"

"BYE MY ASS BITCH DON'T BE GIVING OUT MY NUMBER LIKE ITS THE THING TO DO BEFORE I RUN UP IN YO SHIT! " I yelled before hanging up.

I am beyond pissed this bitch deserves a nice ass whooping.

"You Aight?" Tyson asked while rubbing my back.

"Yeah Ima be back later ask Denver if I can crash over here for a few days cause Taylor working on a ass whooping."

He grinned, "I'm riding wit you cause I ain't tryna miss shii."

I chuckled when I grabbed the keys and he ran to the car not even talking to Denver. So I took it upon myself to ask. I walked in Denver's room and he was just laying in the dark staring at the ceiling.

"Hey D, is it koo if I crash over here for a day or two?"

He sat up, "Yeah das koo. You know you ain't have to ask you like fam. "

I smiled, "Well I asked out of respect didn't wanna come with my clothes and you like The Fuck"

He chuckled, "Nah you good Lani,"

With that i walked out the room heading to the car. When I walked outside Tyson ass was laying on the hood of my car posing.

"Take my pic I'm feeling like banoncé" He said before doing ducklips.

I gladly took a pic and he hopped off running towards me yelling "Delete That". The ride to my place was hilarious cause this foo kept telling me to delete the pic.

We when arrived I noticed a unfamiliar car parked in the drive was and I suddenly got aggravated. I huffed before getting out the car walking to the door. Before I put the key in the door swung open there stood a drunk Taylor.

I walked past her going straight to my room when I walked in Jeremy was in my bed knocked out.

"THE FUCK!" I yelled and Tyson ran in the room like captain save a hoe.

"What the problem is?" he asked before looking at Jeremy's sleeping body.

"Oh Sorry girl he thought this was my room" Taylor said while pulling him off my bed.

"Yeah I bet," I said while packing my shit.

"Are you leaving?" Taylor asked while getting all in my face. Her breath smelled like straight up alcohol.

"Move her." I told Tyson and he immediately moved her while I finished packing.

When I walked in the kitchen for one of my Lil vodka bottles.

"Fuck y'all got going?" I asked before grabbing Tyson.

"Well I guess you ready." he chuckled but I was in no kind of laughing mood. I wanted to fight!

I want to beat the shit out of Taylor!

We got in the car and I burnt off. Shit too trippy for me right now!