This is like... My first story in a while using "Roc" instead of Chres.. because its his street name. So if I fuck up bare with me lmao..
Jacob
Instead of going to bed, Roc decided that he wanted to go out and smoke. Did I have a problem with it? yeah! like... its 1:10 am and he just tried to kill himself.... but I mean he's older than me. and thats what he's gonna use against me.. or probably hit me or something. but whatever. "you comin'?" he asked me. I looked up and nodded. I had on a tank and some skinnys. he had on a white t-shirt and some jeans.. nothing special.
We walked over to the part of town where Roc and I met... where all the runaways, druggies, thugs, etc are. this always made me smile.. its where i met Roccy... "Why are you smiling?" Roc asked me giving me a questioning look. "Because this is the exact spot we met." I said blushing. He just stared at me. probably wondering how I even remember. shit, he probably doesn't even remember. "oh." was all he said, and sat down. my smile dropped and I sat down next to him. he turned around and looked at me. and I accidently let a tear slide down my face. he reached over and wiped it away with his thumb. "why are you crying bae?" he questioned. I shook my head and gave him the lighter. we were sitting on the curb of the street... yes its weird, but cars never come over here... so its oh well.
he pulled me between his legs while he lit up the blunt, and I leaned my head on his torso. He took a puff and gave it to me. I inhaled and he leaned down so that I could blow on his lips. and I did. He took the blunt out of my hands and with his free hand he tilted my head up and kissed me. my afro kept getting in the way, so I put it up.
Roc could tell I was getting cold, so he gave me the jean sweater that he had tied around his waist, and I put it on. Roc took one last hit and put the blunt out. we both stood up and started walking home... hand in hand.
When we got into our bedroom. Roc pushed me on the bed, got ontop of me, and started kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Since we were both high, everything was racing through my mind.. it felt like I was going around in cricles, and I couldn't see anything.. the only thing I seen was Roc. He went to kissing my neck, and almost went lower, trying to take off my shirt when his phone rang. He was a little dizzy and dazed so he looked around before looking in his pocket, pulling out his phone. I snatched it from him and looked at the caller ID. my eyes were so blurry, so I couldn't read it. But it seems like he could, because when I looked at him he looked guilty.. but for some reason he wasn't stopping me from reading the name. I made my eyes crosseyed and rubbed them, then looked at the screen.. it said 1 missed call from..... Rayan? but who is that? I looked up at him, and he snatched his phone, throwing it on the ground. he looked pissed off. "Who was that?" I managed to get out. "Nodody important bae." he said, then went back to kissing my neck. I pushed him off, and walked over to my dresser, pulling out my pajamas, changing into them. "Im telling you, it was nobody." he said, staring at me, trying to get me to believe him. I know all his customers, his friends, the rest of the drug dealers... thats how long ive been around. I walked to my side of the bed, and got under the covers, turning off the lamp, and went to bed. Who the hell was Rayan?
