IMAGINE (BxB)

Chapter Fourteen

Lucas | 17

I had been avoiding Sammy since what had happened, after our "date" happened.

He's been blowing up my phone nonstop, apologizing and everything.

I mean I appreciated the fact that he cared so much about my feelings, but this shit is way too fucking overwhelming.

So I blocked his ass, on everything he could possibly be ever text me on.

Yeah I felt bad after I did it, because I know far in the back of my mind that he did nothing wrong, but I just need the time to process things.

I'm struggling with the fact that I might possibly be attracted to a whole nigga, like this shit is hella different from me.

Which makes it even harder is that, he's a whole dude, he ain't dainty like no female, he a street nigga so I couldn't even pretend he was the least bit of feminine if I wanted to.

I'm attracted to a whole ass man, so what does that say about me?

That's something I'm still trynna figure out, how the fuck did this happen to me man.... I just don't get it!

Outta everybody on this earth, I had to be the nigga to go through another sexual awakening, I thought I was pass that shit.

Now I'm back at square one, confused as shit about how I should go about this, "being gay" shit.

I mean ion know if I'd say I'm gay, because as far as I know, I ain't never found myself attracted to another man.

So we gotta take baby steps, because I know that I still like pussy, it's just that time with Tiffany I couldn't keep my mind off of Sammy.
I couldn't focus on the task at hand, so I was distracted.

Being in the house ain't know better. Its just me and these four walls, so I can't really escape the thoughts that I have. I don't wanna go out because ain't point if I'm not gonna enjoy myself, but locking myself away ain't no better.

And as if on cue, my phone started ringing, and I completely rolled my eyes to the back of my head, at the realization of who was calling.

»incoming call: Rodney«

It would be this dumbass nigga calling me.

I was still hella fucking upset with this bitch ass nigga, but I need something to take my mind off the crisis I called my life.

I answered the phone, letting out a deep sigh as my greeting for him, and he laughed at this.

"Come open the door, I'm outside." He said softly, into the phone, like he was trying to make peace with me.

It was silent for a few minutes, before he spoke again.

"Please?" He begged.

I rolled my eyes, hanging up the phone, and stomping my way downstairs.

Once I made it to the last step, I stood there for a while just to keep him waiting, since I was still upset.

I only made my way towards the door, when started knocking on it.

I swung it open, and started heading back to my room, without acknowledging his presence.

"Damn, so I can't even get a hi, you even look at me?" He asked, looking at me like he was innocent or something.

I just stared back at him, I don't know what the fuck he was expecting from me. He the one who was being a dumbass.

"Okay look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I wasn't trying to do that, you know you my brother and I care about you. Them messages just caught me off guard nigga, I wasn't expecting you to still be communicating with dude." He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, and pulling me into him.

I shook my head, before quietly responding.

"Yeah you always say you sorry after starting some bullshit with me, and I always forgive. But lately you been taking shit way too far, and I'm not coo with that." I said, a completely serious look on my face.

I need this nigga to know I'm not playing games, he keep on disrespecting me, ima do more than punch him next time.

"Okay but this time I'm serious. For real, I honestly feel bad, so I'm sincerely apologizing from the bottom of my heart. So can you forgive me, please? He asked, trying to turn me towards him, so we faced each other.

We stared at each other for a long while, before we both started laughing.

"I forgive you nigga, now back up off me!" I said laughing, trying to push him away from me, but he only held on tighter.

He fell backwards on my bed, pulling me down with him, so we were in a position where I was laying slightly on top of him.

"Make me." He replied, a small smirk forming over his face, as he wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a headlock.

This nigga really love to play games with me, he just a big ass kid.

Instead of responding, I rolled over, throwing myself completely on top of him, and started choking him.

I was at him struggling to breathe beneath me, now he see who the real nigga is.

And everything was all shits and giggles, until he placed both of his hands down on my waist and pushed me down on him.

Then it wasn't funny anymore, I stopped laughing, and my smile fell from my face.

"Rodney, what are you doing?" I asked, confused by his actions, I removed my hands from his neck and tried to get off of him.

But he wouldn't let me, he kept me in place, and sat up straight with me now sitting in his lap.

"Stay." He answered, staring at me with pleading eyes.

He wrapped his arms around me tighter, placing his face in the crook of my neck, and exhaled.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, hugging me on to me like a little bitch.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the hug, placing my head on top of his, before replying.

"It's okay."

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End of Chapter Fourteen, yaaay!

Y'all I'm not gon lie, I had fun writing this chapter. I thought it was kinda cute.

Shits complicated for Lucas, so his decision making skill aren't working at the moment.

Although this is just a filler chapter, it plays a pretty important role for their character development....so that's why it had to happen.

Like I always say, please excuse any mistakes I have yet to proofread and edit.

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