|Nahmir|
"Bruh yes I am!" I yelled at the social worker. This bitch tripping tripping.
"I'm sorry Nicholas, but your physically not able to care for these kids." She closed her notebook and began to give me a sympathetic look.
"Your kids will be at St. Fred's foster home for children. Visiting hours are from 12-8." She grabbed the notebook and walked to the door.
"Aye, Hold up!" I called out to her, gaining her attention.
"Please Ms. Allen-" she cut me off by walking out the door.
Fuck this. Since I got aids, everybody getting this shit.
....
" Lick your cup, lick your straw, shake your hand." i said while spitting in random people drink.
If they dont get HIV oh well, they still drinking spit.
"DID YOU JUST SPIT IN MY DRINK!?" Some lady yelled while gagging.
I walked up to the bitch and whipped my dick out. The lady gasped only for me to pee in her mouth.
"EVERYONE GETS AIDS!!!"
.... Just kidding XD
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-Nahmir-
" Stokeley shut up!" i laughed at him as he made continued to smoke his ciggarette.
"Say thats not how they be." He took the cancer stick out his mouth and cleared his throat.
"I was 17 when i first started smoking." he put his finger on his neck and did a raspy voice imitating the people on the smoking commercials.
"BYE!" I cackled as he picked up his phone and sat it on his bed, pointing it at the ceiling.
I groaned before reaching over and eating a few leftover gummyworms i had earlier.
"So im just finna look at yo musty ass roof?"
"actually my ceiling just put deodorant on, thank you." I heard him yell from the other side of his room.
I opened my mouth to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of the loud thunder booming down as the rain trickled down my window pane. I gasped and pulled the cover over my head.
I glanced down at my phone to see Stokeley looking at me while chuckling.
"you the only grown man i know thats scared of thunder and lightning." he said causing me to roll my eyes and flick him off.
DING DING
I scrunched up my eyebrows as i got up to get the door. Its like 11 o'clock at night, who the fuck at my door.
Before i reached the door, i grabbed my strap from behind under the couch and looked in the peephole.
"what do you want Tay?" I scoffed while setting the gun on a nearby coffee table.
I raised an eyebrow while crossing my arm as i watched him pull his wet hood off his head, which caused his hair to be slightly matted on one side.
He didnt say anything, instead he just looked me in my eyes pulled me into a kiss. I pulled away and pushed him.
"you really think you can just come here, kiss me, and everything all good? This not no fucking movie, Tay! News flash, this is real life." I said as i punched him in his chest.
"after all you fucking said to me Taymor!? I should be fucking you up right now!"
"Nick." i heard him say just above a whisper, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
Was he crying?
"He dead." A single tear fell from his face as he bit his lip to contain his unsteady breath.
"They killed my fucking nigga man!"
My face softened as i pulled him into a hug, now unphased by the rain and thunder that was falling down on us.
He hesitantly hugged me back and buried his face in my neck while clinging his arms around my waist.
I would be lying if i said this didnt look cliche. We looked like we were in some kinda movie the way we were hgging out in the rain and shit.
I pulled Tay into my house and pulled off his soaking wet attire, leaving him in nothing but his pants, and guided him to my room.
I reached under the covers, grabbing my phone and hanging up on the facetime call with Stokeley. He can wait.
We sat there for a few minutes just hugging and me rubbing his back before he finally said something.
"T-they took him to jail and they killed him. I-Im so fuc- UGH!" i watched as he had a mini tandrum before eventually laying down in my bed and holding a tight hold on me.
It was complete silent, but not a awkward silence. It was just Tay's occasional sobs and soft kisses on his lips. My poor baby.
Taymor
I opened my eyes and raised my eyebrow as i felt an unfamiliar next to me. I felt around for a minute before everything came back to me.
Santana was really dead.
I wiped my eyes as i stared up at his yellow ceiling.Sometimes i wonder why my life couldnt be normal. Nahmir had this perfect life.
Loving mother, supportive father, not a worry in the world. Then ther was people like me. Mother could care less about me, dads who knows wher and when he's home he feels the need to be pissy drunk.
Growing up, i despised people like Nick. Everything was handed to him and he didnt have to work for anything. Thats what confused me about him. Why was i laying in his bed right now?
I sighed before rubbing my hands down my face. i could feel my face becoming stiff from the dried salty tears.
Why did life have to be so hard? Why couldnt the world be revolved around love and happines and not drugs, money and violence.
I didnt understand why people choose to take a violent path when they could actually be doing something with themselves.
"Baby? You okay?" i heard Nahmir ask as he tightened the grip he had on my waist while kissing my chest.
Truthfully? I didnt even know. Was i okay?
"Yea."
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Sorry this boring SKKSJD. Love yall.
If yall confused the next chapter gone clear everything up, i promise.
(NOT PROOF READ! EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES <3)
