Writing this is so fun ahhh
MY DEAR MELANCHOLY, HAS ME CRYING
SO I GUES IVE ALREADY WRITTEN THE SEQUEL FOR THIS BOOK (IT WAS BASICALLY COMPLETELY PREWRITTEN)
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Somehow, the news about me being 'the King's new love interest' had spread faster than frost bite in winter.
Everyone in Wakanda seemed to know who I was, smiling and cheering every time I stepped out, and I was sick of it.
I would trade anything to be back in Oakland, shooting hoops through a makeshift basketball hoop while mama is upstairs cooking grits...
T'Challa May be attractive, but I know I'm not getting cuffed to this throne any time soon.
Finding out where Erik was placed was harder than life itself. I knew he had gotten a room, seeing as he was royalty, only problem was there were over 25 rooms in the castle.
As I'm walking down a hallway, I hear someone singing Blackbird softly.
"No place big enough for holdin'
All the tears you're gonna cry," I open the door to find Erik facing the window, with his sleeves rolled up.
"Cause your mama's name was lonely, and your daddy's name was pain." I sing back, walking towards him.
"And he called you little sorrow,
Cause you'll never love again," Erik sings, and I'm actually surprised at how good he sounds without forcing anything.
"You ain't got no one to hold you,
You ain't got no one to care,
If you'd only understand dear,
Nobody wants you anywhere..." we sing in unison, and he turns and faces me.
"We need another song." He says, wiping the tears that formed on his eyes.
"I got a little something, if you're interested..." I trail off, and he grins and faces me.
"I gave him everything, he took my heart and left me lonely
Acting broken, heart's contentious, I won't fix I'd rather weep....
I'm lost and, I'm found but, its torture being in love
I love when, you're around but, I fucking hate when you leave-" Erik grabs my face and stares at me for a moment, contemplating on whether he should kiss me or not.
As he leans in, I shake my head, turning away from him.
"Not so fast, lover boy." I smirk, and he grimaces.
"Tamika kissed these lips too, didn't she?" I pull away, holding him back, restricting the space between us. He nods.
"See that's the problem. I don't like sharing."
"Yeah, well, neither do I." He looks me in the eye and says, "I see the way he looks at you. The way he reacts when some nigga simply says your name. He's got it bad," Erik chuckles, "Well guess what, babe, so do I." As our lips are about to meet, the kimoyo bead bracelet pulses.
"Ugh. Fuck this shit. I gotta go," I say, pouting to Erik, but kissing his cheek before I leave.
As soon as I step outside, I put the bracelet in my palm, and T'Challa appears above it.
"Whoa." I start pushing my hand through the hologram and he laughs.
"Tazi, come to my room, there's something I must show you." He says, and my eyes widen. If it's the 'something' I think it is, it would be best if I stayed put.
"Okay. I'll be there real soon." I end the 'call' and groan, before beginning to walk to the room.
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"I got lost like thrice." I say, regaining my breath as T'Challa laughs at me.
"I don't blame you." I sit on one of the spinning chairs in the room and start spinning.
