I've been ready since we finished but Tray's been laying around being lazy.
"Tray, get up!" I say throwing a pillow. "The mall is closing soon!"
"Let the mall close." He says throwing the pillow back.
"But you said we going out!" I say whining.
"Come lay down with daddy then." He says flipping the covers.
"But I got dressed and everything- You know what, I'm still going out." I say sitting on the bed to tie my shoes.
"No the hell you not." Tray says.
"Tray, I keep trynna tell you, you ain't my daddy!" I say looking back at him.
"Alright Airi come lay down." He says patting the bed. There's a knock downstairs.
"I got it." I say getting up. Tray comes to me and holds me back.
"No you don't." He says walking out the room. I watch as he cautiously opens the door. "Aye yo, fuck you doin here?!" He asks pushing the person out. I come closer to see Jordan with tears streaming down his face.
"Tray! Wait!" I say pushing him off Jordan.
"Airi, step back." Tray says still trying to get at him.
"Airi, please. I just need you right now." Jordan says falling apart.
"What nigga?!" Tray says getting upset.
"Tray, calm down!" I say holding his chest. He looks at me again and takes a deep breath before stepping into the house.
"Jordan, why are you here?" I ask closing my eyes.
"Airi, Kyla's mom passed last night and I don't know what I'm gonna do!" He says crying.
"Come here." I say holding my arms out. He rushes into my arms and just holds me as he sobs over my shoulder. "I know. I know." I say rubbing his back.
"Tray, can you set up a bed in the living room?" I ask pulling out of the hug.
"What?!" Tray says but I give him a stern look and he goes back into the house. We closely follow.
Jordan and I sat on the couch as he cried with Tray watching not too far away until finally he goes to sleep.
"Finally!" Tray says closing the door behind him as I fix the bed. "Thought that nigga would cry all night."
"He lost someone very important to him, Tray. Of course he's upset." I say walking into the bathroom.
"Yeah whatever. You should've let him figure it out." He says getting in bed.
"I can't do that to him, Tray." I say.
"You still love the nigga?!" He asks.
"Of course not, Tray. It's called sympathy." I say getting in bed with him.
"Oh aight." He says. He gets closer to me in bed and I feel him tug at my pants. "Aye yo take these off."
"What?! Tray go to bed." I say moving his hand.
"I'm deadass. Slip outta those." He says into my ear.
"Tray, Jordan is in the other room!" I say.
"Exactly." Tray says smirking. I scoff.
"Goodnight, Tray."
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FanfictionTray has always been very distant from people and has kept his personal life the same way. He keeps girlfriends and friends in one category but one girl just manages to slip out.
