Jonathan
I never. And I mean NEVER. Thought that Jahseh and Melly would get into it, especially not over no nigga named Stokeley.
I mean that's the homie and all but what in the hell.
Kentrell held Jahseh against the wall in the kitchen while I held Melly in the living room against the wall.
"Y'all need to calm the fuck down," Jordan yelled.
"What the fuck happened?" I asked.
"You should've learned from when Tay thought he was going to do sum to him," Jahseh yelled.
"I don't give a fuck you were crying," Melly mumbled.
"Okay, and?" Jahseh asked.
"What did I do?" Stokeley groaned as Symere stitched up his wound.
"You're a piece of shit," Melly yelled.
"Oh my god you're so bothered." Jahseh chuckled.
Except I don't think it's Jahseh, I think it's X.
"What nigga?" Melly asked him.
"I will kill you slowly," x smirked.
"Alright alright I'm good," Stokeley moved away from symere and walked to where X was.
"Let's go in the room come on," he told him.
"Back the fuck up," Kentrell told Stokeley because honestly I can say this is all his fault.
"Y'all niggas are finna sit the fuck down and talk this shit out and I mean RIGHT NOW," I yelled.
X glared at me, "yeah whatever."
Melly rolled his eyes, "get off of me." He tried to push me away.
"Y'all are so extra," tay finally spoke up. "Why is there always a reason to fight."
"It's the lack of common sense for me," Symere chuckled.
I let go of Melly and led him to the couch where he sat down. Kentrell did the same for Jahseh.
Shortly after everyone else joined.
"What's the issue why can't y'all get along?" Kentrell asked.
"I think it's Jahseh," Taymor said.
"That could be true," Kentrell added.
"How's that?" Symere asked.
"Cause he's the only one fighting with other people," Taymor chuckled.
"He only fought me cause I stabbed his dude," Melly shrugged. "I'd say your the problem."
"I agree," Jahseh smiled.
"I think that no one is the problem and that we all just have been in the house together for too damn long and it's getting to us," Symere said.
"Say it louder," Jahseh groaned.
"Maybe we should all get out for a day," Taymor suggested.
"Yeah cause they're so gonna go for that, all they want to do is ruin our lives," Jahseh explained.
"I am sitting right here," Stokeley glared at Jahseh.
"Okay and? I am so tired of you. Since we are being honest, I am soooooooo OVER your shit. You don't let me do anything like you're mad controlling. Not that you have me stuck here for the rest of my life and yet you still treat me like some sort of live in mistake and if I'm such a burden to you why not just let me go?" He ranted.
"I don't want to let you go that's why," he rolled his eyes.
"See that's what I'm talking about," Jahseh sighed and threw his hands in the air in defeat. "Why do I even try."
"What are you talking about?" Stokeley groaned.
"I'm saying you have me here and I fell in love with you, but that's not enough for you, so why should I try if you're not even going to. You can't even see that you're hurting me," Jahseh told him. Jahseh stood from the couch and walked away back to the bedroom.
Well I'll be damned
