"Scary whenever I close my eyes at night."
-Do Not Disturb x Drake
𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩𑀩
Nahmir
"Oooo let's get fruity pebbles!" I squealed running towards the cereal isle.
"Manny can we get the-
I was cut off bumping into a tall man. He was caramel with a bright white smile.
"You want some cereal that bad lil baby?"
"I- I uh." I rambling looking down.
"What's yo name."
"N-nahmir." I said as he bit his lips. Why does everyone always do that? "That name fit you."
"Why you say that."
"Cause it's sexy just like you." He stared making me blush.
"Whatever."
"I'm serious. Look, uh lemme get yo number."
"I don't give people my number."
"But what if we're like soulmates and you walk away now and I never see you again."
"And. Would it be so bad?"
He chuckled grabbing my hand. "Can I please get your number."
"Do you have a mental illness. Specifically bipolar depression?"
"Uh, no, not to my knowledge."
"Alright are you a killer?"
"Nah but imma thief." He cheesed as I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yea, I'm known to steal hearts."
"Funny. Give me your phone." I said as he gave it to me. I felt him watching me as I put my number in.
"Here you go mister....."
"Santana."
"Alright. Now don't be calling me at no two o'clock at night talking bout 'you just wanted to hear my voice.'"
"But what if I do?"
"Personal problem boo." I stuck my tongue out walking away.
I heard him mumble something but didn't bother to ask.
"Who was that?" Manny cheesed.
"Somebody that ain't got no problems. Ion think."
"Honestly, I think you should've asked Tay if those were his before cutting him off."
"They were in his car."
"And didn't he say he lived with his grandmother? Maybe they were hers."
"Old people have Alzheimer's not depression."
"Whatever but it wouldn't have killed you to ask."
"I don't wanna talk about him anymore." I pouted.
I hate being proven wrong.
"Alright, I'll leave you alone. But I think you owe it to him."
I know I did.
I know.
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Taymor
"For real?"
"Mmhmm."
"So like what does that mean? What I do now?"
