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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Come on, just baby, try a new thing And let's spark a new flame You gon' be my baby, love me, love you crazy Tell me if you with it, baby, come and get it Maybe try a new thing And let's spark a new flame
New Flame x Chris Brown
You know how you plan shit out in your head? What you gon' say, what you gon' do once you see a person? You got the whole dialogue and sequence down packed, but once the shit supposed to happen, nothing goes that way? That was me right now.
I had so much shit to say to Naomi. At least I did. The second I saw her, everything I planned to say up and disappeared from my mind. "So, you just gonna stand there and stare at me?" She raised her brow at me. "I'on know what to say." I admitted. "Mackai, you've been blowing up my phone for a whole week, begging me to talk to you and now you don't know what to say?" She questioned. I kissed my teeth.
Fuck was I supposed to say? This was the same girl that I dropped all my hoes for. The one I stood in a club with, begging her to start a relationship with me. The same one that denied me. The side of me that housed the "hoe ass nigga" Naomi knew so well wanted to say, "Fuck it." I could easily get my hoes back and move on. But, the decent side of me, wanted to get on my knees and beg for her to take me seriously.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Look Kai, I don't have time-" "You stress me the fuck out, Naomi." "Excuse me?" She snapped. "I stress you out? Me?" "Yeah, you." I sat down on her bed. "You got my head all fucked up." I admitted.
I watched her roll her eyes and move around her room. That shit always annoyed the fuck outta me. One day them shits were gonna fall out her head, real talk.
"Aight, look." I started. "You remember the Que party we went to a while back?" She nodded. "You remember the shit you was saying to me? How close you was to me? How you wanted me to kiss you and all that?" She nodded. "Ever since that night, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be with you. And I don't even mean sexually. I mean you sharing my space and shit. Being around you twenty-four seven. I wanted that shit."
"Yeah, but still Kai, you couldn't just expect me to jump into a full fledged relationship with you." She continued to pace lightly. "Aight, I get that. I went about the shit all wrong. But, you know me Nae. When I want something, I go after it. I don't never think about what could go wrong."
"And that's your problem, Mackai." She shook her head. "You feel like you're entitled to everything you want! Just because you want me, doesn't mean you get to have me because suddenly, you're ready. No." There was that fucking word again.
"You know why I said no to you Kai, honestly?" She continued. "I've known you for years. Years. I seen you run through girls, faster than Usain Bolt. Fucking and ducking them. In my eyes, you're still that 17 year old boy from high school, immature, and noncommittal. So, what do you expect me to think being in a relationship with you?"
