"HOW YOU SO calm about this, bro?" asked Cordae as everyone sat in Nahmir's living room, "Like you-you don't look mad or anything. Expressionless."
Though, deep down inside, Nahmir was screaming to the gods in anger; he was quite furious about the situation, but seeing himself in a life or death situation changed the way he thought about himself, his surroundings, and the people he surrounds himself with. He knew he couldn't trust as much as he used to, he felt like someone was out to get him.
And it was more than one person.
"When you on the edge of almost being gone away from life, you'd start to contemplate whether its worth it or not... to be honest, if it was my time to go, then it would've been, but it wasn't. I was kept here for a reason," Nahmir says as he laid on his back with a hood over his head, staring at the silhouette of the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
"Man, Nahmir, bro; it wasn't your time. You right, you here for a reason. We need you, bro. Without you, none of this YBN shit wouldn't have happen. You the leader, bro-what's a gang without a leader? Nothing," says Jay.
"I thought you died fo'real out there, bruh," Manny says, "tell me, why'd you hop in front of her? What y'all got going on? You never tell me nothing anymo'."
"If she wasn't significant, would you still have done it?" asked Zion.
Nahmir continues to stare upwards before inhaling the honey bourbon flavored juul, "I only did it because I loveher, Manny. And if she wasn't significant to me... I still would probably had done it. I wouldn't watch somethin' happen if I could prevent it."
"This nigga pussy whipped," Al said out the blue. Nahmir said nothing, but continued to juul. Normally, he would have something to say.
"Yo' Al, who asked your pot to boil? Shut your immature ass up," Jay kissed his teeth, "this time is serious matters and you wanna play."
Allen rolls his eyes, though, no one saw because of the darkness. As Jay stood, the door bell rings. He looks at the tablet beside the door, seeing it was Blazianna.
"Yo' Nahmir, it's-" he looked towards the couch, seeing him long gone. It had been a couple seconds.
Jay frowned looking towards the door, opening it.
Blaze looks up with glossy eyes as if she had been crying, "H-hey, Jay. Is Nicholas home?"
"Wassup, he just went upstairs I think. If not, he's in the den or in the kitchen."
Jay opens the door wide to get her out of the chill winds; she was only wearing a black spandex spaghetti top and shorts to match, with Nike's and only a heather gray zip up jacket to keep warmth. Her hair was now a lavender purple, which reach to the tip of her derrière as it flowed gracefully behind her.
as Emily Ratajkowski's outfit below.
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Allen looks at Blaze with a lingering look as she walks upstairs.
"That's her? She bad, bad..."
"Don't act like you haven't seen her before," Cordae says, "and hop off, that's our homies girl. Don't be that person."
Blaze opens his bedroom door, only to see him sitting against the headboard puffing on his juul.
"Nick," she instantly took off her shoes before climbing onto the three feet tall bed, crawling towards her spaced out lover. She lays her head onto his lap before wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Nick, I'm so sorry..." she apologizes beginning her bawls again.
"Hush, Blazi, I'm okay; we alright. You apologized enough even though it ain't yo' fault," he sets the juul onto a pillow before venturing his right hand into her hair.
"But you don't know how bad it hurts me... how bad it makes me feel guilty and unworthy," she sniffs, "everyone hates me, the press won't give me a break, my social media life has brought me nothing, but negativity. I broken my phone this morning-I-I had a mental breakdown..."
He hadn't checked his phone since the incident. Now he really don't want to.
Nahmir couldn't do anything, but try to soothe and comfort her. They were both numb and pessimistic on life at the moment. It's was only so much two eighteen and nineteen year olds could take.
Blaze has been through so much, the situation was adding more burdens on her shoulders. Nahmir held her tighter just from thinking about it.
Just months ago, Blaze held a grudge against him, now they're together again.
Blaze picks up the vanilla bourbon juul, "What flavor is this?"
"Vanilla. Go head, try it; it taste kind of different from the original."
Nahmir watches as she tries it, staring at her natural beauty which no trace of makeup was left behind. The heather gray champion jacket slicker off her left shoulder, giving off a innocent, yet rebel vibe. Everything about her was alternative.
Nahmir remembers he had a disposable fujifilm camera on his nightstand.
"Don't move," he says as she looks up freezing before laughing at herself for the childish action.
After taking the picture he sets the camera back on the nightstand before beckoning Blaze, "Come shower with me," he grabs her hand gently as she sets the juul down onto the sheets.
"I don't have any clothes here-"
"You can use some of mine," he quickly says before picking her from the bed.
