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💛 Nick
"Tay!" I whisper yelled as the knocking at the door continued.
"Whhhat Nick." He groaned. "Leave me alooonnne."
He turned to the other side as the knocking grew louder.
"But the door." I told him. "Somebody's knocking on it."
"Just go get it." He said pushing me away.
"But Taaayyy, it's 3:37 am." I whined. "What if it's a serial killer and they shoot me as soon as I open the door."
"So you would rather I answer it and get killed?" He asked.
"I mean...yeah."
Tay scoffed and rolled out of bed groggily, pulling up his shorts over his boxers.
"Come on." He said rubbing his eyes.
He extended his hand over to me and I grabbed it pulling myself out of our bed.
Leading me down the stairs the knocking grew louder as we got closer.
He looked out the window that was close to our front door and squinted.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"I can't see shit."
"Just get behind me." He mumbled.
I did as he said and he opened the door cautiously, sticking his head out of it.
I watched Taymor anxiously until I heard him kiss his teeth.
"Really man?"
"What?" I asked.
He opened the door all the way and a beat up Kentrell came into my view.
"Wasssup y'all?" He greeted.
"It's 3am, Who you fighting this early man damn!" Taymor stressed.
"You got a whole titty on your forehead too? Somebody must've really dogged your shit this time." Taymor began to snicker as he looked at the knot bulging on Kentrell's face.
