Should I call him or not.
Jesus I don’t know.
I’m kind of scared.
I don't know why.
I’m normally not scared of this type of stuff.
I sighed in frustration. Symere gave me his number four days ago and here I am acting like a bitch. Is it because I’m nervous? I asked myself. I mean he is cute but not that cute. If you want me to be honest I like my niggas not to cute, not to ugly. Symere just right for me.
Then he is supposedly a “Rock star” or he wants to be.
I had to google him because I don’t even know who he is. I never heard of him nor listen to his music before.
I pulled my laptop out my bag and typed “Lil Uzi Vert” in Google and multiple songs popped up. I click the first link and it sent me to YouTube automatically.
“KNOCK KNOCK” someone yelled from the other side of my room door.
I clicked paused before the video started and stood up.
“Is that my best friend at the door” I asked laughing.
“BIIITTTCHH you knew” Paris said walking in the room hugging me.
“P...P..AA..RR…ISSSSSSSSSSS” I said trying to breath.
“Damn nigga you trying to kill me” I said taking a big gasp of air when she let me go.
“Sorry I just miss you it’s been four days Treasure”
Paris had just came back from visiting her mom in New York. She doesn’t visit her that often. But does time to time to check on her because her mom lives alone.
“So did you call Symere yet?”
“No I haven’t. I’ve been trying to get the nerve to call him all day” I said sitting back on my bed grabbing my laptop.
“Treasure don’t be nervous .I’m pretty sure he’s cool.” She said sitting next to me.
I showed my laptop screen to Paris so she can see what I was doing.
“Oh girl I heard that song when it first dropped” Paris said clicking play for me.
“Ya alright, alright, alright,
You was right, I was wrong,
Ya, I should’ve never every took her home
Ya, I should’ve just boned
Ya, fantasy on my phone
Ya, hit it from the back, what a nigga bless you
Ya, cryin in my arms like a nigga wrecked you
Talkin’ bout a broken heart run into the restroom”
“Uhh okay” I said closing my laptop
“What’s wrong with Uzi song” Paris said laughing.
“Girl you know I don’t be listening to shit like this. I’m more of a Sam smith fan.” I said
“True but you don’t even give it a chance Treasure. That’s the problem”
“Ummm okay I’ll take note” I said grabbing my phone.
“Are you about to call him” Paris said getting excited.
“Yeah I think I’m ready”
I took the paper that had Symere number on it and began dialing it on my phone. It ring three times before someone answered.
??: Hello
Me: Hey…is this Symere?
??: Naww …who dis
