Kehlani POV
"Baby where you at?" I ask as I walk through the door.
I walk through the house looking for him when I realize where he must be. I walk down to his game room and find him exactly where I knew he'd be. In front of his tv playing 2k.
"Hello."
"Hey." He says absently. I walk up behind him and kiss his cheek. I start to walk out of the door when he says my name. I turn attentively, hoping he'll tell me to stay. Or even get off and hang out with me.
"Can you close it on the way out?" He stares at the big screen.
"Sure." I grant his wish and go to the kitchen to fix myself a drink. I pour myself a glass of Merlot then I go outside of the back patio to smoke.
Once I'm almost to the end of the blunt the back door opens and Kyrie steps out onto the patio.
"When you gone give that up?" He asks referring to my blunt.
"When it stops working." I release the smoke from my mouth and breath it into my nose then blow it out above my head.
"It's gone fuck up your voice."
"I have alternatives." I do. Cannibas candy, oils, I even vape this shit sometimes.
"Okay Kehlani."
"What you 'ok Kehlani-ing' me for?" I ask.
"Nothing man."
"Clearly it's something Ky, what's up?"
"You and that shit man, swear you're addicted."
"I'm not addicted, I just like smoking weed." I roll my eyes.
"Addicted."
"It's not like I do it all the time, plus it keeps me calm."
"Yeah because of your anxiety or whatever. There's other shit you could do like breathing exercises or something." He shrugs.
"I know you don't get it but it's not that easy."
"You're right I don't get it because it's bullshit Keh. Just stop smoking."
"Or I'll just stop smoking over here." I put out the blunt and walk through the house to gather my things then leave.
"Where you going bruh?" He follows me as I go to my car. "Better not be going to that nigga's house."
"What nigga?"
"Chance the Singer or whoever the fuck."
I roll my eyes at him. "Chance is just an old friend. Who I'm not even working with anymore." I lie through my teeth. I'll tell him about the video later, clearly he's not feeling it.
"So you're not going to him?"
"No Kyrie damn!"
"Then where the fuck are you going?"
"Home." I shut my car door and back out of his driveway.
Chance
My cold beer makes my fingers feel numb. I stand against the wall and nod my head to the beat. I've been so bored for a while I need to get lit.
Finally my tab kicks in and I decide to get out on the floor. I find my friends and chill with them while I dance a little on the floor. I spy a pretty light skin girl with black hair dancing a little ways away. Her shoulder length hair swings back and forth as she whips her head to the beat. There's plenty of fine girls here. Hopefully your boy gets lucky tonight.
I go into the kitchen to roll myself a blunt and as I'm licking the end I see someone sitting down across from me. My vision is slightly hazed but she looks very attractive. Almost familiar. That's when the tab hits hard.
"You gone light that shit up or what?" I look deeply at the girl.
"Lani?"
"I'll be whoever you want baby?" She takes the blunt and lights it. The sound of the flick surrounds me, the fire dances at the end of the blunt before disappearing into smoke. "Come with me." She grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd. Every body I bump into feels like a thousand pounds crashing into me. I stumble up the stairs behind her and watch her plump booty bounce in her skirt as she walks.
"Damn Keh you got thick babe."
"You noticed." She answers.
She leads me into a room and lays me on the bed then straddles me. Lani holds the blunt between my lips and let's me take a pull. She connects our lips as I blow out the smoke.
I grab her and hold her against me. She plays in my hair and rubs my neck.
"I missed you babygirl. I'll buy all the Bryson albums you want."
"What?" She asks. I chuckle, she's always been so funny.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too daddy. Let me take care of you."
"Okay."
