The Thick Of It

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Aleecha Pov

I laid in my bed and just looked at the empty space. I rubbed it and instantly regrect a lot of things.

Its been a month since me and Trey got into that heated arguement. He been distant lately but i guess that's for the best.

Me and Joey have been talking lately but he really is just a friend. He tries to make us more but that's all he'll every be.

I sat up in bed and looked thru my phone. I looked at the gallery and seen all the pictures of me and Treyvon. He is like a spliting image of Trey. I love it.

I just wish this arkward phase of me and Trey relationship would blow over. I want the old Trey and me.

But it seems like he completely moved on. I understand why tho. I acted like he just left us for no reason but he did it to protect us.

I seen my door open and Treyvon came in. He got in my bed and laid on my legs.

"Mommy why u up so early?"

"I should ask u the same thing." i giggled. He smiled.

"Why daddy don't stay with us?" i sighed.

"Because mommy and daddy are not boyfriend and girlfriend." he nodded. "But i wish we were thro."

Trey Pov

"Man u cheating like fuck bruhh!" i said as Lance stole the ball from me on 2k. He laughed at me.

He shot for a three but missed. I laughed hard at him.

"Nigga u kno damn well shaq can't shoot a free throw let alone a three." he chuckled and paused the game.

"But i could have whooped that ass thro fr." he lit a blunt.

"Yea alright." he puffed and pasted it to me.

"But aye wassup up with u and Aleecha man?"

"Man nothing bruhh. We just not clicking like we used to. Then she got this nigga always hanging round and shit."

"Well do u want her back?" he took the blunt and smoked.

"Hell yea. Man im tired of just sleeping in yo house. Plus i want my family man." he nodded and passed the blunt.

"U prolly need to tell her bruhh." i nodded and walked in my room. I picked up the phone to call but fell asleep.

I woke up to Treyvon watching cartoons on the tv. I sat up. "What u doing here?"

"Ma had to work and she brought me hear."

"What day is it?"

"Saturday pop." he ate his cereal. I flopped back on the bed.