- Kenedee
i clicked through the channels on the tv as the movie 'The Nun' had been displayed on the tv. i sighed, Jahseh loved that movie. i miss him, we used to be so close but he got a girlfriend and dropped me like i wasn't his best friend. to say i was jealous was true. not of the girl but of their relationship, basically any relations he had with any girl.
i'm in love with him but i know he'd never even think twice about dating someone like me. i'm a bit on the thicker side and black. he loved skinny white or light skin girls. could you actually blame me for being in love with someone like him. he has this gorgeous smile that could make anyone's day good if they were having a bad one.
his ironic laugh, his beautiful face, his body, and his heart is what i like most about him. he's what every girl dreamed of in a boy. i've tried to text him but that only lead to me getting left on delivered or read. it's been over two months since we've actually spoke and like i said before i miss him.
i don't know why i got so sprung on someone i couldn't have ever in life or why i'd fallen so hard for someone who didn't even think of me in that way. i sighed just thinking about it, that's all i ever did was think about him all day every day when i probably never crossed his mind.
this ain't the first time he's done something like and i know it's not the last. he gets a girlfriend, forgets me, the relationship goes wrong, they break up, and it repeats. if i was to tell him how i felt he'd automatically assume that i'm jealous of his girl when that's not the case.
i missed our late night drives, we'd drive literally to the sun came up, our nightly talks, us trying to crack the story behind FNAF, and just being with him in general. i went from being with him practically everyday to not seeing or texting him at all and it's driving me nuts.
no, srsly i been trying to
figure out the story behind
Five Nights At Freddy.
i wonder if he thinks about me just as i think about him. he probably doesn't nine times outta ten. i wished he'd just talk to me just for a couple seconds, it didn't matter as long as we talked to one another. i just want my best friend back in all honesty.
a knock on the front door filled my ears making me groan not wanting to get up from my spot on the couch but i did anyways. i opened the door with a blank face. "oh it's you what do you want?" i asked Stokeley. "Jahseh's in the hospital." he spoke. "for what, what happen?" i asked scared. "his girl friend well ex girl friend got her uncles to jump him and they stabbed him and shit." Stokeley explained.
"he always chooses the wrong girls." i groaned.
minutes later
i was now sitting in the chair next to Jahseh's bed while he slept. Stokeley had to leave to take care of something so it was just us two in the cold room. i watched the tv that sat in the corner currently Martin was playing. i glanced over at Jahseh to my surprise seen him staring dead at me.
that shit scared me ngl. i just stared back at him not saying anything because what could i say to him absolutely nothing. "are you okay?" i asked. i just said i couldn't say- know what never mind. he nodded still looking at him. he doesn't seem okay. "why are you staring at me?" i asked.
"y-you look really p-pretty." he spoke having a hard time getting his words out. my heart is breaking seeing him in the condition he's in. "thank you." i whispered. my hair was really messy and i wore sweats with a sweater, but he always complimented me even on my worse days.
"do you remember what happened?" i questioned. "not really, i just r-remember not wanting to be with her any more and as i was l-leaving her place these nigga's came outta no where and t-that's all." he said looking at his bandaged arm. i nodded.
"when do i l-leave?" he questioned looking back up at me.
"probably in a couple days, i actually don't know." i informed. "w-why are you here after e-everything i do to you?" he asked causing me to look down at my fingers debating if i should just tell him how i feel or not. "your my best friend, and i care." i spoke half telling him.
"t-thank you." he whispered. "you don't have to thank me, i'm always gonna be here regardless of anything you do to me." i spoke. and maybe he took my words for granted because i eventually ended up not being his friend anymore but that was two years ago.
it's not over yet.
two years later.
i entered my old high school, where everything began. this is actually where it all started. East High. yes we have an High School Musical Obsession.
today it was a reunion for friends who haven't seen each other in a while and i wanted to show up and possibly see some old teachers or associates. "this place really hasn't changed." i spoke walking down the hallway. the lockers were still the same red and white colors. "it's the same right." i heard somebody say behind.
"yeah it's actually pretty cool after 3 years of not being year it still looks the same." i said not turning around. he tapped my shoulder making me turn around and my smile drop.
"it's been a long time.." he trailed off looking me up and down. "yeah." i muttered. "how you been." he asked. i shook my head. "don't try and talk to me Jahseh." i said crossing my arms.
"i'm sorry, okay. i fucked up, i miss you so much and i lost your number so i couldn't get in contact with you." he spoke stepping closer to me. "i changed my number." i stated. he kept walking closer to me to which my back was now on the locker and he put his hands on both sides of me.
"j-just forgive me." he whispered. "you told me you wanted nothing to do with me and that you didn't wanna see me again because of who? oh yeah that's right your girlfriend." i whispered looking at his lips and back up at him, no homo.
"i know and i'm sorry, everything just went left after you actually stopped fucking with me and please Kenedee baby i love you so much." he said inching closer to my face. i shook my head. "no, i don't wanna be friends Jahseh." i mumbled. "we can be more than friends if that's what you want, i'll give you my all." he spoke.
my heart fluttered.
"i'm not your idol girl. i'm brown skin and thick." i said looking down. that wasn't something to be ashamed but i was of my thickness not of me being black because that's a blessing. my feelings for him never left. "Kenedee i don't give a fuck about any of that, just be my girl and i'll give you my heart and you can break it as much as you want just please be mine." he whispered looking me in the eye.
"okay."
