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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I'ma drink up, I'ma smoke some' Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya Boy watch me leave You ghost to me Wish you good luck being lonely I'ma push red every time you phone me You bout to be A memory
She Don't x Ella Mai ft. Ty Dolla $ign
"Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce. Hermes in the A, that's too much sauce. They let me know before I was famous, I had too much sauce." I mouthed along with Future. My earphones were plugged into my Macbook and I was having a jolly good time with this Apple Playlist. I needed this hype music to wake me up, because this coffee wasn't helping.
For whatever reason, I had been procrastinating this whole week, knowing I had a research paper due today. I had already completed two of my three classes today, and I had a hour break in between so I was chilling outside on one of the benches. I had my word document open, I typed a word or two since I sat down, but honestly, I was more interested in the Public Desire website I was looking at. These shoes were gorgeous and I knew exactly where my next paycheck was going.
I took a sip of my coffee and put it back down before scrolling down on the page. My phone lit up next to me pulling me away from one screen to the next.
Adrienne: Where you at?
On the quad, sitting at one of the benches.
Adrienne: On my way!
I giggled and shook my head before putting my phone back down. I knew Adrienne wasn't coming over here to get any work done. At all. The quad was somewhere she liked to chill, so she wouldn't pass up having someone to chill with. Plus it was really close to the Que plot. Where Amari liked to spend most of his time on campus.
She and I seemed to be hitting it off lately. She was a sweet girl. She looked out for me at work, and school. And I genuinely appreciated it. I could officially say I had more than one friend now. I considered not only her as a friend, but Naomi too.
"Hey friend!" She greeted me from a little distance away. I laughed and sent a wave her way. She sauntered over my way and gave me a kiss on the cheek before taking the seat across from me. "Hey pretty. What you doing out here by yourself?" She questioned.
Adrienne was so fucking gorgeous. Like, she was always put together. He outfits were cute as fuck, her hair was always laid, and she was always beat. I admired that about her. She put effort into her appearance. Every single day. And was no different. I needed to take a page out of her book, cause baby, honestly I could care less. I threw on sweats, combed my hair, put some perfume on, and I was on my way to school.
"Trying to finish up my last page of this paper." I sighed. "How's it going?" She asked. "Girl, I'm looking at shoes. That's how it's going." I said and we shared a laugh. The conversation continued, talks about our classes, grades, our schedule at work, and anything else that had come up. Well, that was before the obnoxious barking started.
