"Love is hard to find, hard to keep and hard to forget."
~Alysha Speer.
lovesick
adjective
In love, or missing the person one loves, so much that one is unable to act normally.
"you're mooning around like some lovesick teenager"
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"It's been three days Chres, all you do is get up go to school come home and mope around in your room !"
Chresanto just stared past his stressed mother. Blunt tucked tightly between his lips, her words coming through one ear and out the other.
You mums be wondering, why is she letting her son smoke in her home ? Well, let's just say it comes with the way she was brought up. As a child Chresanto's mother ( Andrea) lived in an abusive home. Similar to Jacob , she was raped and beaten by people who claimed to love her. She never wanted any if her children to go through this and wanted them to live life to the fullest. Hence Rocs seemingly disrespectful antics.
"Chresanto, are you listening to me ?!?"
Her son closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
"How do you know your in love ?
Andrea started to smile, her son was lovesick she probably should've known earlier. She wasn't prepared for this day but knew it was due to come. She sat down on her sons bed and wiped her greasy hands on her apron.
"Well, everyone's different you know son. I can't speak for the rest of the world but I can tell you about how I met your old man."
Chresanto put out his blunt and leaned back agains his wall, getting comfortable to hear his mums story.
***
It was 1997, Andrea had run off once again but this time she wasn't looking to go back home after a night or two. Crying her eyes out in the middle of nowhere just contemplating her next move.
"Yo ma, is everything coo ?"
"Yeah erm I'm good thanks..."
"Romelo, I'm Romelo"
"I'm Andrea."
He grabbed her hand and planted a soft kiss on it. The sparks we're undeniable. She felt as if everything was okay with him and although the encounter was short, it was meaningful.
Soon enough, the two young adults became acquaintances. Every night Romelo would visit his girl friend with something to make her living conditions better. One Summers night she desisted to give herself to him, she thought there love was un breakable. But it broke. After that night she never saw the father of her first born again...
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"So, who's the lucky girl?"
"No one ."
"There has to be so-'
"GET OUT !"
Chresanto was infuriated, why did she assume it was a girl ? Couldn't she say boy or girl ? How ignorant. But you know what then say, ignorance is bliss.
He pulled out his phone and tapped Jacobs name.
A1N*ggaChres😈: Hey...
It's just me and la cucaracha tonight
Cold pizza with the hot Sriracha tonight
Apple TV, Comcast, don't know what to watch-a tonight
Shoulda had ya when I had ya, now I wish I gotcha tonight
You can hit my line
If you ain't on shit, if you tryna smoke
You can hit my line
If you ain't on shit, if you tryna smoke
I guess I'll file the cabinets, fix the disha washa, tonight (lot of activities)
Feed the fishes twist a swisha while I mix the pasta tonight (multitasking)
Tube socks white briefs gold wrista watcha tonight (fancy attire)
On the sofa posted perfect selfie picture posture tonight (Snapchat bitch)
You can hit my line
If you ain't on shit, if you tryna smoke
You can hit my line
If you ain't on shit, if you tryna smoke
This is not the castle this is just the casa tonight
Ain't no Nala so my Simba ain't gon' be Mufasa tonight
Only dust and shadows comin' from la cucaracha tonight
But if you eva in the hood like Mr. Rogers, hit my
You can hit my line
If you ain't on shit, if you tryna smoke
You can hit my line
If you ain't on shit, if you tryna smoke
Jayy🔥💦: Chres ?
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Castles ~ (Royce)
FanfictionFag.Queer.Disgusting. Words I hear everyday, but not from the people around me, but the voices in my head. I, Jacob Perez have schizophrenia. Schizophrenia, the voices inside me. Schizophrenia, killing me slowly. Schizophrenia, my world is crashing...
