AS I POST THIS, JUST KNOW THAT IVE ALREADY WRITTEN UP TO CHAPTER 20 MMKAY BYE
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Abs.
I hate admitting it to myself, but Erik isn't doing badly in the abs department, and that kills me.
This isn't usual for me, staying up at night because I'm thinking about abs, when I should get as much sleep as I can, seeing as I don't think you get much of that in this life.
What initially woke me up was Tamika and Erik's screaming from not so far away. Perfect couple my ass. They have more problems than a math textbook.
As I get out of bed to get a glass of water from my bathroom, I suddenly hear her shouting, "I WAITED FOR YOU! A WHOLE ASS YEAR WITHOUT YOU, JUST CAUSE YOU WANTED TO GET MORE SCARS AND BECOME THE BIG BAD BITCH YOU THINK YOU ARE. Guess what sweetie, you're not! And when you realize that, you're gonna come back running to me."
"You waited a whole ass year? Well, GUESS WHAT, 'babe', I left my family behind for 4 whole years! I dropped off the grid, having no contact with any-fucking-body for 4 whole years! And when I came back she was still here waiting for me! So when you say you been waiting, wait a little longer."
Okay... why the hell did he say 'she' when he referred to his family...
I mean, maybe he meant his mama.
"WAIT A LITTLE LONGER FOR WHAT?" She screams and I can hear Erik sigh.
"FOR ME TO FUCKING STOP BEING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE, OKAY?" I flinch, almost dropping the water bottle, before moving back to the door to listen.
So what. I need gossip, seeing as Klaue has my phone and refused to bring it back until he paid the rest of his groupies.
I heard the door open, quickly shutting my eyes and pretending to snore.
"I know you're awake." Erik says, and I swear I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"I never was cut out to be an actress." I laugh, sitting up on the bed. "What's up?" He sits down.
"I'm Erik Stephens, a 24-year-old time bomb that will destroy everything he loves because he's way too selfish to let them go." He runs a hand through his hair, and I sigh, braiding one side back.
"Sometimes the things you love try to let go, but it's way too hard cause they're stubborn as fuck," he laughs.
"T... I hate that this happened to us." He says, and I can hear that familiar waver in his voice, the one that lets me know he's about to cry his ass off.
"I do too. But hey, you've got to be strong, okay? I don't know if I can be strong for the both of us." I chuckle bitterly, laying back down on the bed.
"You know, this is the first time we've had a conversation in years." I nod.
"Pretty suckish if you ask me." He glares at me and I laugh.
"You should get to sleep. We have a long ass day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Us?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Yes. Us." I then move to one side of the bed, giving him space to enter. I frown when he stays still.
"Hey, Stephens, I know you're hot and all but everyone needs beauty sleep." I say, noticing that I called him hot afterwards.
Kill. Me. Now.
He then lays down beside me, and I put a pillow between us. He stares at me confusedly.
"Don't get any wild ideas. I can do a mean Superman punch when I'm sleeping." I say, balling my hands into fists to prove a point.
"Ha Ha." He laughs sarcastically, before turning around, no longer facing me. I sigh and start singing Blackbird.
"Why you wanna fly, Blackbird?
You ain't ever gonna fly
Why you wanna fly, Blackbird?
You ain't ever, gonna..." Erik turns to face me, smiling. I smile back.
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"-Fly." Klaue says, as we stand in a field of what look like airplanes that are long gone.
"Why are we here?" I whisper to myself, looking at Tamika's snoring frame and Erik staring out of the window.
"This is the part where Klaue goes back to South Africa and leaves us the hell alone." I raise my hands in salute, whispering an amen.
"Finally, back to LA." I sigh.
"LA?"
"Boy please. You thought I was going to stay in Oakland forever? Ha." I look at my nails, sighing.
"What about your mama?"
"She's alright. She opened a music shop, and they do all kinds of creepy genres there. You should stop by, if you're not too busy impregnating Sir Snores-A-Lot over here." I point at Tamika, groaning.
"Hey." He laughs, poking me.
"Why are you even with her?" I roll my eyes.
"Why are you with Trey?"
"I'm not wit-How do you know who Trey is?" I cross my arms, waiting for an explanation that never came.
"I'll pay you when I get to Johannesburg." Klaue says, ready to get on some dingy looking plane, when Erik pulls out a gunnn.
"I think it would cost you much less if we took a little detour." Erik says, firmly pressing the trigger.
Klaue grabs Tamika holding her in front of him, knowing that Erik wouldn't dare shoot his bitch.
"I'm sorry." Tamika stutters out, looking at Erik with tears in her eyes. I have to admit, for a moment I felt sad for her.
"It's gon' be okay." And with that, a gunshot is sounded. I'm too scared to see who it was that got shot.
"T, get in the plane." He says, when I turn to look, he quickly says, "T, please. Imma sort this out, okay?" I roll my eyes and get in the plane.
I can hear Klaue's crazy ass laughter echoing through the plane, and after a long moment of silence, a final gunshot is heard.
God, please don't let it be Erik.
I see Erik bouncing towards the plane. He mumbles the words 'it's over' to Tamika's dead body, and jumps in the pilot seat.
"OH NO NO NO, I may trust you with a lot of shit, but I am NOT letting you fly this plane."
"Oh? Who's gonna get us to Wakanda then, you?" He says, letting go of the wheel. My eyes widen.
"Wakanda?"
"Noooo, we're flying to Hooters." He rolls his eyes but smiles after. I jump onto him, attacking him with a hug.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you fly the plane..." he groans, turning it on. I give him a kiss on the cheek which makes him shiver.
Damn, girl, you know you still got it if you make him freeze after 4 years.
"Don't get too cocky." He chuckles, and I roll my eyes before leaning back and watching us slowly leave the ground.
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THIS CHAPTER ACTUALLY TOOK TWO WEEKS TO WRITE. YIKES.
Luh y'all stay sweggy
