* Jamal's POV *
I knew my girl was kinda fucked up at the moment, but u had no choice but to cheer her up. I didn't want her stressing over a break up with her friend. I was gonna do everything I could to cheer her up. Starting tomorrow, we were gonna have fun. I was gonna start taking her shopping, getting her hair and nails done, taking her to romantic dates, singing to her when she was upset. Anything for her.
We laid in the bed, not speaking to each other.
"Are you feeling a little better?" I asked.
"Hmm, kinda." She said.
Okay, then I'm gonna sing for you, so that "kinda" can turn into a "yes." I said.
I thought about a couple songs I could sing to her.
Time will bring the real end of our trail,
One day there will be no remembrance,
No trace, no residual,
Feelings within ya, one day you won't remember me,
You're face will be the reason I smile,
But I will not see what I cannot, have forever,
I'll always love ya,
I hope you feel the same (yeah),
Oh, you played me dirty,
You're game was so bad,
You toyed with my affliction,
Had to fill out my perstription,
Found the remedy,
I had to set you free,
Aways from me,
To see, clearly,
A way, that love, can be when you,
Are not with me, I had to leave,
I had to lead, I have to live,
I had to leave.
(Pretty wings by Maxwell)
When I sound that she was slowly beginning to let the lyrics seek up in her mind, I kept going.
"Want me to keep singing that song, or change it?" I asked.
"Change it." She said back.
"Okay." I said.
Looking good, pretty tight,
Is there room, anymore room for me, in those jeans,
Pretty thick, how I like it,
Tell me is there anymore room for me, in those jeans,
Looking tasty, pretty scrumptious,
Tell me is there anymore room for me, in those jeans,
Looking good, plenty tight,
Tell me is there anymore room, for me.
Got out my ride, seen you from a far and I,
Couldn't stop myself from looking hard,
You wore these jeans, girl you wore these jeans and you, made a things wanna cry some terrible,
I had to have, have you for myself baby,
You don't know what them jeans do to me, make me wanna get down on one knee,
You've got that thunder, and it only makes me wonder, how it feels,
To get up in those jeans(those jeans),
Looking good, pretty tight,
Is there room, anymore room for me, in those jeans,
Pretty thick, how I like it,
Tell me is there anymore room for me, in those jeans,
Looking tasty, pretty scrumptious,
Tell me is there anymore room for me, in those jeans,
Looking good, plenty tight,
Tell me is there anymore room, for me
(In those jeans by ginuwine)
When I looked up saw that she was sleep, I went to sleep also.
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