"what the fuck is wrong with you" He quietly asked himself looking in the sink mirror. "Get your shit together bro, you just met the girl." Not feeling like himself, Ramire turned on the faucet splashing cold water in his face.
Karma let out the b...
________________________________ re·plen·ish rəˈpleniSH/Submit verb fill (something) up again. "She replenished his glass with coconut water" synonyms: refill, top up, fill up, recharge, freshen ________________________________
ATTENTION: December 2020
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Ramire checked his phone for the fifth time tonight, he knew his friend loved to party but this shit was ridiculous. Ramire didn't party often and when he did he didn't like to stay out all night it was draining. He agreed to go to this frat party with his bestfriend Nasir only if they left when HE wanted which was now.
Man fuck is he doing?! This that bullshit I'm talking about man!! Ramire thought, lord knows he loved his Bro dearly but this shit was unacceptable. Give a nigga a inch and he go a fucking mile. Ramire continued completely blown and over it, he was now searching for his best friend which included dodging drunk bitches and mushing stank breath niggas.
Seeing a crowd of people circling around something that had to be chaotic had Ramire alarmed. Lord if you're listening please please please don't let this be Nasir I don't got time for this bull; and just as he thought Ramire maneuvered his way through the crowd and stood there in utter disappointment as he watched his friend beat the shit out of some guy, probably over something stupid. Yanking his bloody best friend by the white shirt he wore, Mire glared at him hard.
Nasir and Ramire have been conjoined at the hip since they met in a junior psychiatric unit, they were basically brothers. Ramire was older and more mature, Nasir was younger and goofy. Mire always had to watch his bestfriend because if not he'd probably kill someone, not saying that he hasn't. Ramire has kept close contact with the college that Nasir attends because of situations like these.
Nasir's stern face soon turned into a pout knowing he was in trouble. They were grown but Nasir knew better, he took anger management classes and talked to a therapist every Blue moon. _____________________________
Nasir picked with his ripped acid washed jeans while Ramire gave him a speech he honestly didn't feel like hearing. Nas didn't mean to upset his best friend he just couldn't help it the way his mind was set up. He was mentally ill, they were mentally ill.
"This is why we don't go anywhere!! You always end up in a fight!! Nas bro i know you mean well but shit." Ramire chuckled running his hand down his face, Nas sure knew how to stress him out. "You can't keep doing this. What happened anyway? You were doing so good Bro" Mire took a seat next to his best friend, he couldn't hide his disappointment how could Nasir flourish if he kept drawing attention to his flaws? He had so much faith in his friend he wanted him to get better and have his emotions under control.
