And I hate how much I love you boy
I can't stand how much I need you
And I hate how much I love you girl
But I just can't let you go
-Neyo
Profit
"Where you go at?" I ask Honest as she came in the room. She been gone for hours and I couldn't sleep.
"Out." She said simply. She undressed and put on one of my shirts before laying on the bed on her stomach.
"So you not gon' talk."
Ignore.
I smacked her ass. She jumped up.
"What you want to talk about. Talk about how you continue to do me dirty. How you have another son by some bitch I used to call best friend." My mouth dropped. How she know? "You can close your mouth I know."
"Honest-"
"No. We can talk about how we gon' explain how Ty and TJ have another brother by someone that's not me. Or how they gon' have to share you with someone they barely know. Lets talk then Travis!" She yelled.
"Look it was probably when we was broken up."
She scoffed. "Probably. That makes it so much better." She rolled her eyes.
"It should." She glared at me. "Look I made a mistake. Everyone makes them."
"No a mistake is accidentally braking a vase. A mistake is something that you can't control the outcome of. That you didn't intentionally do. That you can't think before you do it. What you did wasn't a mistake. You could have controlled putting your dick in someone else." She folded her arms across her chest.
"I know I messed up. I love you Honest and I don't want to lose you."
"That's nice." She said picking at her fingernails.
"So now you don't love me." She shrugged her shoulders and looked at me. I laughed.
"You a trip."
"You the damn trip Profit." She said raising her voice at me.
"You betta lower your voice. Nobody's perfect. Yea I messed up and I'm sorry."
"So you Hannah Montana now."
I bust out laughing. That was funny. She should be a comedian.
"Oh so you think this shit funny." She said looking at me.
I looked at her face and laughed harder. I cannot take her serious right now. She know she not as mad as she want to seem to be.
"That's yo' problem now. You think everything a damn joke. Ain't nothing funny."
"Bae I'm sorry but you should really be a comedian or some shit like foreal." I said shaking my head. "You really called me Hannah Montana." I laughed.
"I hate you."
"I love you too. But be foreal, that was funny." She looked at me and cracked a smile.
"I hate this." I wrapped my arms around her and laid her down with me.
"Hate what?"
"That I can't stay mad you." She pouted. I chuckled and went to go kiss her lips but she put her hand there.
"What you doin?"
"You don't deserve my kisses."
"When will I deserve them?"
"When I say so." Instead I just kissed her cheek and laid my head on her chest.
"Can you promise me something." I said looking up at her.
"I don't know if I can promise it but tell me."
"Promise me you won't leave when it gets too tough. You won't give up on me."
"Baby I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere. I promise to try and do the best I can."
"That's all I could ask for." I laid back down and closed my eyes. I hope she won't leave me.
