Why You Actin' Funny? (Part 2.)

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Tjay/Tione 

"Nah, you actin' hella weird." Milani told me.

"Nah, I'm actin' normal." I replied.

I was scrollin' down my Instagram timeline when I heard Milani shuffling. It sounds like she starting to grab her things. I think she finna leave.

"Yo, whatchu doin', you boutta go?" I asked her. What the fuck she tryna leave for?

"Hell yea I'm finna go. You ain't talkin' to me, so it ain't no reason for me to be here." She said with an attitude in her tone.

"Whatchu mean? I am talkin' to you." I said back to her.

"Nigga, I've been here for like 2 hours, and the only time you spoke to me was when I first got here, and when I asked you where yo bathroom was." She said.

"So let me know whatchu tryna do, because I can leave right now, it's nothing." She said.

Man, I wasn't tryna have this conversation right now. I wanna tell her that I feel like we movin' too fast, but I don't know how she gon' take that. I feel like I'm feelin' her a lil too much and that I need to fall back. I shouldn't have invited her back over here, at least not this soon.

I like her too much, too soon and it's bothering me.

Milani

"So let me know whatchu tryna do, because I can leave right now, it's nothing." I said to him.

Now he just lookin' at me and lookin' around the room and shit, like he thinkin' or somethin'. What the fuck is there to think about? Either you want me here, or you don't.

This nigga actin' hella funny, and he movin' hella weird right now, and I ain't feelin' this at all.

"Okay, well, you takin' a long time to give me an answer, so I'm finna go. Nice meeting you." I say before putting my phone in my hoodie pocket and making my way towards the door.

"Nah, you don't gotta leave, chill." He said as he got up to stop me from leaving.

"Then why you actin' funny?" I asked him.

He looked around again like he was thinkin'.

I shook my head and turned towards the door again before he stopped me and said,

"Aight, it's just that—I mean, I don't know, like—I don't know, man." He said.

I looked at him with a confused look on my face.

"You don't know what?" I asked him.

"I just feel like we movin' too fast or somethin'." He said. Too fast??? What the fuck does he mean by too fast? We ain't did shit, ain't even been on a fuckin' date yet. This nigga actin' like he done splurged on me or somethin'.

"What are you talkin' about?" I asked him.

He then pulled me back to the chairs we were sitting in, signaling me to sit down.

After we both sat down, he started off the conversation by saying,

"I don't know, it's just that— I don't know, like I just feel like—."

I cut him off mid sentence and impatiently said,

"Feel like what, Tjay? Spit it out."

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