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'luggage'
thursday
Stuffing her suitcases in Stokeley's boot, Seven grew complacent with her position. She still didn't know what she wanted, still didn't know her reasoning for living here.
She started to become used to the way she was growing up. She wasn't an adult yet, not even legal, yet she's been through what no adult could possibly relate to.
This was tiering to her, but her packing her things, and leaving Diego for good, makes this more official than it was to her. It felt good.
To let go, to forget about everything. To forget the one who tore up her heart. Now, it's her chance to heal. It may take a while, but growth takes time so she didn't mind too much.
They hopped in Stokeley's car, driving away from what she felt she'd never see again. The road was empty, and the sky was grey.
baby.. I want some of your love
your love, your love
baby..can I have some of your
love, your love
your love
"You like frank right?" Stokeley asked out of the blue. "Yeah of course, I love him" Stokeley nodded his head "You wanna see him?"
Seven's head shot towards him, realising he was serious. She screamed "Thank you, thank youu, thank youuu" She cheered, smiling ear to ear.
Stokeley shook his head at her excitement, focusing back on the road. The bond between them was growing, and it felt good to them both.
They didn't even realise that this was happening to them, they didn't really think to care. Genuineness was an unknown feeling to them, it was something that they didn't really know.
This feeling drove them, it made them connect. It made them feel each other differently. Seven scanned his side frame, his tattoo, his lips. He was perfect, yet he didn't even see it.
Them not knowing the feeling, makes it hard for them to really recognise it. All they knew is that they both felt, strange. But it was a good strange.
He drove towards his apartment complex, they both carried out Seven's suitcases, walking towards it. Letting them both in, Stokeley helped open the door for Seven to head through.
He breathe out in alleviation, as Seven waddled her belongings through to his house. "Thank you." She spoke.
Finally making it, they set everything down in Jahseh's old room. Seven sighed out, leaning against the wall, looking at her nails. "You okay Sev?" Stokeley questioned.
Seven sighed out, scanning the whole room. Guilt really hit her hard, as she didn't expect this much from someone. She hadn't really gotten this much from someone at all, and hasn't really adjusted to this feeling of bona fide energy.
"I'm sorry Stokeley" She huffed, folding her arms.
"Wait-What, why you sayin sorry for?"
She shook her head, looking away from him.
"I'm really throwing all my issues in your face. I deadass don't deserve all this good shit. I don't."
Stokeley tutted his teeth, pulling her in his arms.
"You ain't throwing shit at no body. I'm doing this cause I feel like it. I'm doing this because this is what I wanna do,"
She looked up at him, arms resting on his shoulders, as his snaked round her waist. "You deserve this shit Sev, stop apologising, ight?" He assured.
Nodding, she pulled him in again. His arms stayed up, as he looked down at her. "Thank you, honest." He breathed out, hugging her back.
Stokeley rested his chin on Seven's head, looking at her suitcases. "Go get changed" he spoke, lifting himself off of her. She agreed, letting go of him.
Grabbing her random luggage, she opened it greeted by all the clothes that she had packed. Stokeley glanced at her, before turning around and leaving.
Even though the thought of him staying there and watching her change, did run through his head.
Not really caring too much on her image, she grabbed an army green tube top, black jeans and hoodie to wear just in case it got colder.
Seven stripped of her clothes, slipping the one that she picked out. Having to be extra, she put on her biggest gold hoop earrings, and gold necklace.
She moisturising her skin with shea butter, and spraying on perfume. She slicked her edges, and added on her lip gloss, not being too bothered to put any makeup on anyway.
She slipped on her shoes, taking her handbag, phone money and other extra shit, she was out the door.
"Stokeley I'm ready" she called, making her way downstairs.
Stokeley answered back, before walking out the kitchen. He looked up to see her, scanning her whole body. He smirked to himself.
"So are we going by car or no?" Seven asked.
He didn't even hear a damn word she said, so focused on the way her lips were looking. "Stokeley" She clapped, stepping closer to him.
Snapping back into it, he gave her him full attention.
He hummed, asking her to repeat herself. Giving up, she sighed walking past him and outside.
What a fat ass he thought to himself, as she walked in front of him. Standing by his car, Seven waited on him to unlock it and so he did.
Entering the car, they finally started to make their war toward the concert.
(Ion know how this whole concert shit work, so bare with me.)
Seven and Stokeley stood in the que, waiting to enter.
They were behind two people, so they were very close to making it inside. Stokeley sighed out, as the couple in front of him were getting him aggravated at the fact that they constantly kept showing their pda.
"Can y'all niggas go face fuck somewhere else?" He asked, irritated. The couple shot their heads Stokeley direction, giving him a dirty look, continuing in the ugliness they were displaying previously.
"Aye nigga ain't you fuckin hear me-" Seven pulled him back, not wanting him to get into trouble over some dumb couple. "Love, it's not worth it."
Stokeley huffed, looming back at her, then back at the couple who were now looking at Stokeley like he was a mad man.
"Fuck you lookin at bitch?" The man turned his head the other way fast, minding his own business.
This was sure going to be a long as might.
