Chapter Forty-Five

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Raelle

My pooh has been gone for three days already, and I miss him so much. It's been taking all of me not to sit around his apartment and cry all day. I know I'm ridiculous! I just love being around him 25/8.

I genuinely enjoy his company. He is truly my best friend. His vibe is so calming that it makes me crave him when he is away from me for any period of time.

On the bright side, Kasim and I have been hanging out a lot over these last few days binge watching random shit on Netflix.

We just got done watching the documentary Black Fish, and let me tell you my ass is NEVER going to Sea World a day in my life.

After being scarred for life by that shit, we decided we were hungry. Shocker right. When are we not hungry?

Anyways I'm making us some seafood gumbo because I've been wanting some for the longest, but haven't had the time to make it.

"Bruh ain't it bad we about to eat seafood after what we just watched?" Kasim asks making me laugh.

"RIP to the lil homies." He says dumping some shrimp into the pot.

"I can't with you. Dreka gone be mad I'm cooking and didn't invite her." I laugh.

"Her bean headass gone be okay. I reserved chef sisardee for the day, so you snooze you lose."

"You niggas just use me for my cooking skills huh?"

"Pretty much! Oooowweee this shit about to hit different!" He says moon walking around the kitchen in his socks making me shake my head.

"Aren't you suppose to be watching Izzy and Khaz for them since they going out of town to visit wedding venues?" He asks me as I stir in the bell peppers I just cut up and put in here.

"Yeah. They're coming over to my apartment tomorrow afternoon."

I offered to babysit so I can keep my sad ass occupied once I get off work. Kasim is good company, but I'm tired of cooking for his greedy ass.

We've only been here three days, and I've cooked every single day. You would think it would be leftovers, but this nigga is a human vacuum so leftovers aren't a thing when he's around.

He better chill on this gumbo though because I will fight his ass if it's not any left after today!

"Ughh I miss my man!" I huff walking over to join Kasim at the island.

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