𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔱 ✪ ybn | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

XXXII

               AS THEY LAID in bed, Nahmir holding a sleeping Blaze, he began to doze off himself.

               Feeling a soft, moisturized hand caressing his face, his eyes fluttered open, jerking away from another person's touch.

       "It's alright, Nicholas; it's just me,"  the soft, sweet tone assures him. As he looks up, matching the voice with a face; he seen Blazianna. Her appearance was very young as if she was fifteen or sixteen. She was young, beautiful, and tender.

       "Bro, where am I?" he touched his hair, it wasn't in it's normal style of dreads, but in a messy bun on top of his head, "What the fu–"
      
         "You're at my house. You spent the night since you bought a duffle and homework," she giggles, "oh, Nicholas, you never ask."

     Nicholas frowned as he looks outside. It was night time. His mother didn't care, but only cared if he's stable somewhere and not on the streets.

         "Well shit; why you let me sleep all day," he began to lose himself and let his younger self consume him through memory.

      "You know how mean you get when someone tries to wake you," she answers as she climbs under the covers with him, "plus I had to run errands, so I was out all day."

      "Hmph, sixteen year old doin' errands," he says, "what a trip."

         "Oh, hush," she giggles. Nicholas climbed out of bed, walking himself to the bathroom. Once he came back, he seen her in deep thought. He used the moonlight that was shining through the rooftop window to guide himself to the bed.

      "What you thinkin' about?" he asked, plopping himself on the bed.

      She looked into his eyes before smiling bashfully. He looks around confused.

      "I want to do it, again," she says, sliding the covers off her clothed body.

     "You saying you wanna–naw, Blazianna, you just gone be hurt in the end. You supposedly claimed yourself to abstinence, but I tainted that–"

        "You're right, but as of now... I don't care–just kiss me," she rolls her eyes.

          Nicholas hesitated for a second before grabbing her chin and kissing her, causing sparks to light every wire in his body.

     

       It was late morning and Nahmir was lying on his back, his hold on Blaze, gone.

        Being the weird girl she is, she watched him sleep, tossing and turning, letting out groans every once in a while. 

          Her mouth went ajar as he let out a deep moan. To her that was the most sexiest thing she's ever heard, but who was he wet dreaming about?

        He face squeezed together, " 'bout to... c–shit, Blazi get off..." by now he was uncontrollably moaning.

     Her mouth went agape once again. She thought fast before he woke up as she began to make his dream come true.

        

         Sitting on her bed in her tumblr-ish room, she read a magazine under the pink neon lights she installed. The magazine snatched from her hands, Nahmir placed his head in her lap, and placed her hands in his dreads.

      She laughs as she messaged his scalp.
     
While she was in only a forest green oversized t-shirt, he was dressed in a blue and yellow shirt, black biker jeans, and Yellow high top Vans.

          "So how was your dream this morning?" she smirked.

       "I ain't gone lie, I had a wet dream about you. Basically replayed a moment of our lives, only freakier. That shit felt real," he admits as he randomly rubs her outer thigh, "like you just turned sixteen and I was sleeping over at your house and you let me oversleep..."

          She remembered that day, well night.

"You was ridin' a nigga like a fuckin' pornstar in that hoe, too. I don't think you was like that in real life," he chuckles.

      She laughs, "I don't think I was either, I was just experimenting on what I could do."

    Sitting in silence, Nahmir asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

      "No–Nick, why you always ask me that?!" she said, huffing.

    "You always act like you got secrets or some shit, like damn! If you do; a nigga ain't gone tell..."

    she rolls her eyes, gently pushing his head off her lap, "Well, I don't," she's lying like hell.

   "The devil is a abundant amount of lies," he mumbles as she walks into her walk-in closet. Coming out in a burgundy t-shirt, black jeans, and Vans, Blaze grabs her windbreaker from the hook of the door.

    "Where you goin'?" he asks, lifting his head from the bed.

     "Out."

  He watched as she left, feeling exhausted from stressing. He took a nap while she was so called, out.

       

   PART I (MAINLY A FILLER.)