"Just friends I don't think anybody believes, hard to keep it PG with a nigga like me goddamn."
-KeeP IN tOUcH x Bryson Tiller & Tory Lanez
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Nahmir
"Ok, ok ummm, goat?"
"Nigga what?" Tay frowned.
"I don't know, I don't like this game."
"Ok. Lemme try again." He stated changing his position. "You gotta know this one."
"Are you a little birdie!?"
He chuckled, "No Mir but I can fly."
I stood still, examining his pose.
"A plane?"
"Um, no."
"I'm too high for this." I announced falling back onto the bed.
"I thought Santana was supposed to be coming over."
"Me too, but he probably has to do something important."
"More important than checking on you!?" He asked sounding pressed.
"Its not that serious. You're here so......"
"But what if I wasn't?" He questioned.
"Why do keep questioning it? If he's not here, most likely something else needed to be done. I'm not tripping why are you."
"You right." He resisted lying on the floor. "Imma drop it."
"Thank you." I cheesed, "How do you even know Santana anyways.
"We met a while back, way back."
"Oh....y'all close?"
He kissed his teeth, "Boy don't nobody want "your man"." He said doing the little finger quotations.
"Just checking." I cheesed as the room got silent.
"Was it just about the pills?" He asked breaking the silence.
"Was what about the pills?"
"Why you dropped me."
"......I wasn't trying to be mea-
"I just asked you a question."
"I mean yea I guess, but the condition you have just scares me."
"Hmph."
"I told you why Tay, I dont want you to be ma-
I was cut off my a ring from his phone followed my him answering it.
"Yea."
......
"Forreal?"
.......
"Alright, bet."
"What happened?" I asked standing up.
"I gotta go."
"Is everything ok?"
"Yea." He answered bluntly collecting his stuff.
".......C-can you call me later?" I asked afraid of his answer.
"Excuse me?" He asked as he paused to chuckle. "You literally just made it pretty damn clear you don't want SHIT to do with me."
"Tay I still want us to be friends."
