Dave the type of guy who would give his last to a stranger because he never wanna see a soul struggle that's what Tia loved about him the most he is husband material and if you was to ask Dave Tia was wife material
They have been best friends for...
Dave and I haven't talked in three days, and it's driving me crazy. I know I did the most—went out in that outfit, got drunk, acting like I didn't care. He's pissed, and I get it... but damn, sometimes I just wanna do me. Still, I miss the hell out of him.
So, I grabbed my phone and hit FaceTime. I didn't know what I was expecting—maybe a smile, maybe silence—but I needed to see him.
It rang for a minute before it connected. His face finally popped up on the screen, smoke swirling in the camera.
"Yeah," he said, voice dry.
"Well, hello to you too," I replied, trying not to sound too soft.
"What's up, Tia?"
"Wow, you really acting like this?"
He leaned back, exhaling. "For a while, I ain't wanna rush to be together, 'cause I didn't wanna mess this up. But it's you that's messing it up."
"How am I messing this up? Because I just wanna live and not be told what I can and can't do? Like, come on—it was one night. I was upset."
"So when you upset, you do shit that pisses me off? That can mess with your health? I don't have time for that. How about we just go our separate ways."
My chest tightened. "David, are you fucking serious? Off one time? You gotta be joking."
"Nah, I'm not joking. That's your problem—you think I'm a joke."
"David, don't do this..."
"No—you don't do this. Don't take my love for granted. And don't take your life for granted. Be more serious about shit."
Tears spilled before I even realized I was crying. I wiped at my face, my voice shaking. "David, please, okay? Just give me another chance, okay? Don't do this—not right now."
"I love you, I do. But right now... you need space to do you. Because I'm not gon' tolerate that shit."
"David..."
"Ay, I gotta run in the trap. Call me later."
"No. What do you mean, call later?"
"I mean call me later—I got business to handle."
"I don't give a fuck!"
He laughed, not like he thought it was funny. More like he was tired. "Man, don't start this."
"You know what? Fuck you."
The call ended.
I threw my phone down on the bed and just broke. How could he be like that over one night? Okay—two, if you count that time he went to New York. But it wasn't that deep. He does stuff to piss me off all the time.
If he thinks I'm a joke... fine. I'll just make my way to the trap.
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