Saturday
I spent the day with Brent; we went out to eat, hung out and laughed. We were outside his studio talking about what we've been going through. He questioned my work, how I felt, and everything in between.
I told him the surface level shit. He didn't need to know.
We kissed again.
"Nia, we gotta figure this shit out," he pulled away.
"Figure out what?"
"What're we doing?"
"I told you I only wanted to go slow. I don't wanna be exclusive."
He scrunched his eyebrows.
"The fuck does that mean? what's exclusive?"
"I just don't want to label it as dating."
"So you wanna be able to fuck other niggas?" He took a step back.
"I don't want to be in a fucking relationship." I spoke.
"What's scaring you? Am I doing something wrong like—,"
"Friends with benefits was what we agreed on."
He shook his head.
"It's someone at work huh?" He asked. "Ever since you started there you been distant as fuck."
"I don't need to tell you shit. You're not my boyfriend." I replied.
"Fine. You just wanna do sex?" he asked.
I nodded, grinning.
"You make this shit so hard..." he pulled my waist in, smirking.
My phone began to ring and I looked down at it. An unsaved number.
"Who is it?" he asked.
I shrugged, telling him I was gonna be right back.
I walked a few feet away as I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Were you serious about wanting to do it again?" the voice asked.
I recognized it.
"Tyler?"
"Yeah."
I turned back to look at Brent. He was lighting up a blunt while going through his phone.
"I'd do it again." I replied softly.
"Come over." He spoke.
I chuckled over the phone.
"Are you serious? It's getting late. The suns about to set."
"Bella ain't here. Look, the offer stands. Come over if you want."
He hung up.
There was nothing I wanted more than to see him.
"Brent. My dad. He's coming home, I should go."
"I thought he was gonna be out with the firm or whatever?"
"Change of plans..." I replied.
He nodded, taking me back home.
...
I kissed Brent before waiting for him to leave the lot so I could get out and get into my car. I freshened up beforehand, too. I looked at the time: 7:25 pm.
It was getting dark, quick.
I reached Tyler's place, clicking the audio button by the gate.
I waited for a voice.
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The Intern: Tyler, The Creator
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Nia Brown is back from therapy after her father had forced her to get help for her obsessive compulsive disorder. With her dad's connects, she is soon hired as an intern for a well known advertising company. With no plan B, she's forced...
