-Nahmir-
I woke up to see Taymor sleeping next to me. He had a unreadable expression on his face causing me to rub and kiss his cheek.
I attempted to get up only for him to pull me closer to him.
"Imma be back baby." i whispered to him and he let me go.
I chuckled and got up, going into the kitchen. Hmm what should i cook? I looked in the fridge and decided to just cook eggs, pancakes, bacon, and flat sausages since he said regular sausages were 'gay'.
Once the eggs, bacon, and pancakes were done, i put the sausages in the over because i would burn them if i cooked them in the skillet.
I heard faint footsteps, letting me know Tay was finally woke. I greeted him with a simple nod and sat his plate down.
'you okay?" i asked. He didnt seen like himself anymore. He was so... so unreadable now.
"Yea." i didnt bother to question him anymore because he was still tender from Santana's death. I didnt really know Santana like that but when me, him, and Tay smoked together, he was cool.
Ya know... before we had aids.
I watched as he played in his food before realizing that i forgot about the sausages in the oven. I ran to the over and took out the burnt food and sat it on the stove as Tay chuckled.
"Dont laugh, they were your's." i stuck my tounge out and sat back down.
I looked at Tay as he picked with his food and slightly ate his food. He had bag bags under his eyes, his hair was still matted, and his shirt was wrinkled.
He looked DEAD.
"I'll be back." he mumbled before putting on his shoes.
"O-okay bye." he didnt respond, instead he just walked out the door.
Did i do something? Why was he mad at me?
-Taymor-
I dont know if im depressed or what. I just been feeling like nobody cares about me no more. Besides Pimp, but that nigga locked up in them cells too.
Its not even about Santana dying forreal, i been feeling like this for a few weeks now. Maybe i should just smoke and get my head off this shit. Clear my head for a few hours.
I walked around for a few minutes looking for my usual weedman, Fresh. Nobody knew that nigga real name, he just go by fresh.
I finally spotted him so i walked over to him and handed him a wrinkled 10 dollar bill.
"I aint got no crud on me, cuz. I got som other shit doe." He said before pulling out a bag of what looked like baby powder.
"Nigga do i look like a crackhead?!" i yelled-whispered as he laughed.
"Well shit, you got hella bags and you aint dressed to crispy today so. Yea." He shrugged while handing me my money back.
I sighed and gave him back the money and he handed the bag.
"Aye bro." he stopped me as i went to walk away.
"I heard about bro bro Santana. Dont go crazy with that shit Tay. I fuck with you homie."
I slightly smiled before walking away. I made it to a nearby Mc donald's and went in they bathroom.
I pulled the bag out my pocket once i locked the door. How the fuck i do this shit?
Dont get me wrong, i sold weed and shit but crack? Nah. Im good luv, enjoy.
(DRUG USE WARNING!!!)
