Brutality: We All Gotta Live Someday

Chapter 3: Ice cream and brownies

I want this love to be based off something real and made from scratch, not fake and based off something already built.

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Sage 

The world is beautiful. But people made it ugly.

I heavily stand by that, even if most people on earth are drop dead GORGEOUS and looked like they were sculpted by god himself, there still ugly.

I almost chuckled at my own thought. A beautiful world filled with ugly people, who would of thought?

I shook my head, a mental conversation for another day. Right now I'm on a fucking mission: Find.Some.Mutha.Fuhkin.Food. 

As if right on cue, my stomach made it's hunger known by letting off a loud growl gaining the attention of a few people that were around me. I ducked my head down in embarrassment. You know what stomach, your lucky you can't even talk back because I'd cuss your ass out right about now. 

Talking to my stomach? a stomach with an ass?  at this point just call me the crazed sage. I laughed. Even in this condition I'm in I can still manage to keep myself amused and entertained. That's a fucking talent. 

"Aye you," A deep voice called out, wait I know that voice.

My head shot up quickly as I looked amongst the small crowd that was formed around this little café. But a tall body that I knew all to well stood out perfectly and I couldn't help but get excited.

My eyes lit up as I couldn't hold back my smile, I felt like a giddy ass teenage girl. I mean that's what I was technically, minus the giddy. 

"Tajin!" I yelled out excitedly as I made my way through the small crowd, immediately jumping into his open arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

"Sage!" He said out loud with equal excitement, wrapping his arms around my waist instinctively and spinning me around causing me to squeal and hold onto him for dear life. God don't let this boy drop me. "Sage, I'm not tryna lose oxygen on my birthday you know." He laughed. 

"Well maybe if you didn't start spinning me around like your a damn speeding carousel, I wouldn't have to take away your lack of oxygen" I said in in a duh tone. 

"Girl I was just excited, I haven't seen yo ass in a while." He stated, putting me down and straighten out his shirt. 

Taijin was homeless just like me, and the only friend I really have. Being an orphan at such a young age, he was living on the streets way before me, but showed me the ropes when we first encountered each other. He was only a year older then me as he just turned 17 and I was 16. Shit! It most definitely was his birthday today and I damn near forgot. Stupid brain.

I couldn't help but smile as he mentioned he was excited to see me. Which was pretty rare as tajin wasn't really a nigga to express himself. 

"Whatchu smiling at?" He raised his brow as he questioned me.

"Your excited to see me hm?" I wiggled my brows a bit, earning a deep chuckle out of him. God I take back my statement from earlier..Tajin is my only exception. He was sexy, and he knew it and made sure to boost about it every now and then. Taijin was 6'4, brown skinned, with a slightly muscular toned body. He had a few tattoos on his arms and his neck and black shoulder length curly hair that was currently tied up into a bun, fully exposing his beautiful face. His sharp jawline, his hazel eyes, and don't even get me started on his perfectly pink full lips. Did I mention this nigga was a fine ass specimen? 

"You done oogling me yet?" He smirked, "I know I'm sexy but damn you lookin at me like you bout to devour me. Literally." He laughed.

Fucking busted. I looked down to try and cover the current heat rising up to my cheeks, Damn him!