B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 17- I (Definietly) Get Tired.

Zaiver

"Yo Zaiviahh!! You been sitting, looking down as fuck nigga." My homie had invited me over, nigga was clearly wasted.

"This ya one night off this week and you ain't out trynna get no cutty? You geeking." He slurred.

I gave a half-assed shrug. "You should prolly slow down, cause shawty in the back look like she came for trouble."

He groaned, "Damn, she can't ever stay off a nigga back." It'd been his former ex I'd been referring to as she made her way towards us. They'd always been on and off since high school.

"Front all you want, you know you get mad as fuck when them other niggas come around her." He nodded, in agreement. "You right." I'd only stuck around long enough to greet her, leaving before they could start their bickering.

After grabbing a few more drinks I left, heading back to the house.

I'd only been a block or so away, so I had no problem walking. The walk was much shorter than I preferred, but at least now I could get comfortable. Walking down the side steps towards the basement, I pulled my keys out so I could unlock the door.

Once in, I threw my shirt off.

The last few days, consisted of me working back to back shifts and even though I was grateful for the extra cash, I was exhausted. The "apartment" was a mess from days of me coming in and barely making it to the couch.

I had clothes scattered about, the trash was overflowing, and many dishes in the sink―courtesy of Kyah leaving me dinner whenever she could. I decided to take the trash out before washing the dishes and picking my clothes up.

After my clothes had been thrown into the washer, I jumped into the shower.

I had music thumping from my speaker as I laid on the couch. With a twelve pack close by and halfway finished, I laid back, chilling. Soon after, I turned the tv on and the music off.