I sit there for a good two minutes just waiting for him to reply, but I can't expect him to reply quickly, he is a celebrity now right? Yeah, he must be hella busy.
I stare at my phone for a few seconds, which feels like minutes, due to the fact that boredom still rests deeply within my soul, making it feel as if time has slowed an incredible amount. I really need hobbies, am I really just going to sit here and wait for him to text me back, which he most likely isn't going to do. I just sign, head lowering in defeat. I am so lame for this, I should just leave him alone. I look at my phone once more and decide to leave him alone. Just as I was about to turn my phone off, I see his icon "typing". Instinctively I exit our messages, I don't want him to see that I saw his message that quickly. I mean how would it look if a girl who just texted you five minutes ago sees your message as soon as you see it, that would be a huge red flag. So I sat there and waited for a notification telling me that he replied but it never came. At all. Like it's been more than five minutes and nothing.
Temptation start building within the core of my soul, I want to go back to our messages and see if he is still typing, but part of me doesn't want to. What if he is still typing and as soon as I get on it the message sends. No, I can't do that but he still hasn't text me back and it's been about 10 mins.
Should I send him another one? Maybe but would that be desperate. Is he still thinking of what to say or did he decide to ignore me, shit, maybe he did. Anger slowly, very slowly starts to replace my original emotion of sadness/confusion. Oh wow so it's just gonna be like that huh, I can already feel myself riling up with an emotion that I can only describe as that "uh un no he didn't" emotion. I went to our messages and started typing the start of a long paragraph, which I was most likely going to decide to delete later on and not send to him.
While doing so my phone starts to ring, the Caller ID being "Ski💖😋😈". My mind went totally blank... before I started to freak out. He is calling me! Why is he calling me! My heart starts rushing a mile a minute, my eyes kept darting anywhere but my phone. Oh my god, what should I say? He probably gonna ask me why I'm callin, what do I say, shit! I think as I finally pick up the phone. Should I ignore it? Bitch what no don't just answer the damn phone, I seem to convince myself to do so. Deep breath (Y/n).
"Hello?" I try to say with as much nonchalant confidence as I can muster.
"Hey (Y/n)... you need something?" He says, I haven't heard his voice in so long, or even this calm for that matter. The last time we spoke we were arguing.
"Oh...uh I had sent that message to you by accident ya know?" I say with almost zero confidence making it sound like a lie, which it was.
"You have always been such a badass liar (Y/n), so aggravating, just tell me the truth."
"Wait what the fuck is that supposed to mean, I'm not lyin to yo stupid ass," I say.
"Jhit, you always gettin a fuckin attitude with me, I didn't even have to call your ass. I coulda just ignored you and continued makin this song." I can hear him sitting up over the phone, he does this when he is arguing.
"Well I didn't ask for you to call me, let alone did I not try to text you nigga, you ain't that important. And I aint finna sit here and stress over your ass, I did enough of that when we was together." I roll my eyes so hard that I am pretty sure he knew I did.
"It's not my fault you was stressin over nothin. You aint never trust me. And as soon as me and Jah started to get popular you started being even harder to deal with, wit yo jealous ass."
"Nah nigga, clout changed yo bummy ass. You stopped caring about what you did and how they affected the people around you. I only broke up with your ass because we was pretty much not even together at the point. But you know what I aint even finna get all into this. You probably think I am just bothering you again. Bye Stokeley." I huff out.
"No, nah, (Y/n) I'm sorry, look I didn't call you just to argue with you... I actually called instead of text you because I was kinda happy that you texted me. I missed you. I wanted to hear your voice again. I don't want to argue with you, I want to be with you again." He said sincerely.
"Really? Like you on some real shit wit me right now?" I say in somewhat disbelief.
"Yeah (Y/n) I'm serious, look I'm sorry, you don't need to accept my apology, but I really miss just having you as a friend." Once he says that I just sit there. A smile forming on my face. I sit and look at my phone, I should start speaking now before he gets worried.
"Okay...um yeah, I would like that, like a lot. But you better not mess it up nigga or imma cut you off forever." I say with a big smile on my face half joking half serious. I am smiling so hard that I bet he can practically see me smiling right now. I hear a lot of commotion start to happen in the background on Stokeley's end.
"Look (Y/n), I have to go but I'll call you back okay?"
"Okay, you better stick to your word friend. Buddy. Pal. Homeboy." I say jokingly.
"Oh, Buddy huh? Haha, okay I got you, talk to you later. Bye Vro."
So tell me how I didn't know how to end this lol. Sorry if it was long.
