cherry wine ━ kyle kuzma

five

I patiently sat in the humble cafe, typing away on my computer as I waited on my boyfriend of three years to show up.

I had finally worked myself up to talk to him after weeks of our relationship being off the rails. I had yet to tell Jordan about any of this, knowing that he'd find a way to bring his loud, dumb ass in here to act a fool and get me to break up with him on accident. Lately, it wouldn't be much of an accident though.

I just wanted to be a mature person and talk things out before things went completely left. We're grown, step the fuck up or pop your ass right back out of my life. I don't have the time.

There was a part of me that didn't wanna give up on us just yet. We had too much history for me to sit here and act like I'd be fine if we broke up on the spot.

But, a part of me knows that history is never enough when the connection isn't the same and it's falling apart in front of our eyes. And I'd be a damn fool to put myself through that.

I could hear my typing beginning to come irritably louder as the minutes continued ticking as he became later in later. Two phone calls and five texts later, I looked up to see Jalen walking in with a bouquet of flowers, running a hand over his waves.

"Wassup, baby?" he smiled, pulling up a chair across from me. I rolled my eyes, checking the time on my phone before quietly accepting the flowers. "You told me you'd be here two hours ago. What happened to spending the day together?"

"I was busy, love. I'm sorry. I missed ya,"

I scoffed, fighting the smirk from forming on my face. "Miss me? We go days without seeing each other when we're supposed to live in the same house, goofy. I'm your girlfriend and don't even know where you lay your head at sometimes,"

My eyebrows were now furrowed in frustration as he singlehandedly gained my undivided attention, both of our body language directed towards another disagreement.

"Cyd, you knew what it was gettin' into this shit wit' me so I'm not understanding why we keep talkin' circles 'round the same shit. I told you I wasn't on that lil' corner boy shit no more. I be busy now,"

By his tense body language I could tell he was irritated, further stirring up a recipe for disaster. We were both hotheads and something was telling me shit would be going left very quickly.

"You wanna be a street nigga so bad! You are a hood nigga, Jalen. Two different things. When all this shit is said and done, the streets won't love you. I love you. You're not the same person I fell in love with. I don't know how deep you are into this gang shit but this hard ass front you put up to deal with Dre's murder isn't it,"

He chuckled bitterly, almost comically, before shaking his head, "Man, I don't know how many times I gotta tell you I don't give a fuck. If I don't get justice for my brother who will? This not no little boy shit anymore Cyd, this shit is real life. When you met me I was a young ass boy. That college nigga you met is long gone,"

I noticed how quiet everyone around us was getting and realized we were causing a scene, and the last thing I wanted was one of these white people making this out to be worse than what it seems.

"Jalen—,"
"What, Cydni?"

My eyebrows raised at his boldness to cut me off, and he smacked his lips, looking away. "Fuck this. This was a waste of time. All your shit will be outside tomorrow and after that I'm throwing it out,"

I watched as he reached across the table to grab my hand only for his face to scrunch up when I snatched it away. No words were spoken as he sat there, watching my gather my scattered work and colorful pens and stuff them into my bag. I was met with the warm sun of Los Angeles yet again during the short walk to my car.

I sighed in frustration as I laid my head on my steering wheel in distress.

This is not how I pictured my life going a couple months ago.

But I'm sure no one pictures quitting their job, being in a broken relationship, and struggling to start their own business. Part of me wanted to cry out of pure frustration, but my trust in God wouldn't allow me to.

A quick vibration from my phone snapped my out of my trance as I looked down at it, furrowing my eyebrows at the contact name that showed up.

kyle kuzma:
Found some new spots for you to look at if you're not busy later on.

Sigh.

Maybe this will help keep my mind off things.

❧

small filler chapter before my messy ass starts adding unnecessary drama <3 dont worry, yall will hate my soon.

i may update later tonight.

besides that, i love u cydni! 💝