i rubbed gazzy's back, as he continued to ball his eyes in my shirt. i ain't care if my shirt was hella soaked from his tears.
"he won't answer his phone jah!" gazzy balled some more.
on god, when i see omar, ima beat the fuck outta his ass.
i pecked the top of his head and continued to rub his back. i never seen him cry like this before.
ion know where stokeley is, but he's been checking up on me frequently. i'm still worried.
there was a loud knock on the door, and i had to pry gazzy off of me.
"i-it might be omar!" gazzy squeaked, sniffling.
i walked to the door quickly, swinging it open.
"where the f- oh? hi officer." i looked the cop up and down, shaking slightly. i get nervous as fuck around cops.
"yes hello, do you know stokeley clevon goulbourne?" he stared at me, sternly.
"um, yes? why?" i gripped onto the door, narrowing my eyes in confusion.
"he's suspected as the murderer of —"
- @-pokeley I TOLD U I WAS GONNA KILL SOMEONE .
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Fanfiction"you never be talkin, whatchu' mute or sum?" stokeley + jahseh ( discontinued untill further notice.)
