Brea Newton, 20, has been heartbroken, lied to, and nothing ever seems to go right. She has her eye on one thing and one thing only, redeeming herself and focusing on the money.
I pull up at Brea house after dropping off Tamia and grab my overnight bag out the backseat. She agreed to let me spend the night because I don't feel like driving all the way back home.
I knock on the door and I see her slim, curvy silhouette through the stained glass. She opens the door, and all I hear is Future playing throughout the house.
"Come in." I walk in and close the door behind me.
I walk past the kitchen and see a rolled up joint sitting on the counter.
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"You smoke?" she walked around the corner to grab her lighter.
"Like a chimney baby" she lit the blunt and took a drag. She grabbed my hand and walked me to the living room. She sat criss-crossed on the floor. She passed me the blunt.
I take a drag out of the blunt.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier." She looked up from her phone.
"It's fine. I'm good." I looked at her. Damn she was looking too good. Maybe it is the weed messing with me but I just want to kiss her so bad.
"I know it's been like 2 weeks, but I would really like to spend more time with you. I want to be that nigga you can talk to when you need somebody to talk to."
"I got a bestfriend for that." I rolled my eyes.
"Does your bestfriend do this?" I scooted over to her and placed my lips inches away from hers. "I didn't think so." She looked so weak by the way her eyes closed as I moved closer to her. I slowly moved in closer and kissed her lips. They were soft. She pulled on my bottom lip as I tried to break the kiss.
"What was that for?" she look astonished.
I shrugged. " I been wanting to do it for so long. I just didn't know when." she smiled and bit her lip. She took another pull from the blunt and blew it to the ceiling.
"Okay, you want to get to know me? Ask me something." She pushed back towards the couch, her eyes hung low.
"Ight, um....what's your favorite food?"
"CRAWFISH!" She moaned. "OH MY GOD I LOVE CRAWFISH." I laughed at her reaction.
"Favorite color?" She pointed at her toes, they were a light shade of blue.
"Who is your Top 5 artists?"
"Do it matter which order?" She wiggled her eyebrows
"In order from least favorite to most favorite" she gasped.
"No fair. But um 5 is Drake, 4 is Lil Yachty, 3 is A$AP Rocky, 2 is J.Cole, and 1 is Kendric-" my face lit up. She listen to my music?
"Lamar" my emotion changed quick.
"She died of laughter. I mean mugged her.
"Aww poor baby." She pinched my cheek. I quickly swatted her hand away.
After the laughter died off, she decided to ask me questions.
"You got any other siblings?" She finished off the blunt, even the roach!
"I gotta lil brother but I haven't seen him in months. He's 5."
"What's his name?"
"Braylon" I pull out my phone and show her a picture.
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"Oh my god! He is so adorable!" She smiled.
It was getting late, she began to yawn.
"Somebody's tired."
"Nuh uh." She began to rub her eyes.
"Girl shut up and go to sleep."
She stood up and walked to her room.
"Goodnight Ken". Before I could respond, she closed herself in her room.
I took off my shirt and my jeans and grabbed the blanket off the edge of the couch. I laid on the couch wishing that she was laying there with me. My eyes slowly began to get heavier and heavier until they closed, taking me into a deep sleep.
