| Savanna |
I arrived at Nancy's place after a 10 minute car ride of complete silence. I normally connected to my aux and sang like a crazy person but I honestly felt lost in my own world.
Nancy lived alone, she was actually from Atlanta but moved to LA for college, she was older than us so she wanted to be out of her parents house. I knew one day I wanted to move away and live on my own or with friends but I think I wanted that now more than ever.
I knew the combination to get in to the apartment complex but this girl lost her keys to her apartment so much, she always had to get her locks changed so there was no point in even owning a key to her apartment because it would need changing every month. I punched in the code before the door opened for me and I got in to the elevator, pressing her floor number before patiently waiting. I don't know why but I felt anxious seeing her, for some reason I thought she was going to be mad at me and if she was, I was prepared for that because essentially her being taken was my fault.
And I hated myself for it.
The elevator doors opened and I walked out, her apartment was down the hallway and was a corner unit so she had the best view and best layout. I stopped in front of it before ringing its doorbell, taking a deep breath. A few seconds later the door swung open and revealed her stood in an oversized t shirt which was actually mine, and crazy fluffy socks.
"Dude, you fuckin scared me" She said, her voice normal. I sighed deeply at her tone, it hadn't changed, she wasn't mad at me. I instantly stepped in and hugged her tightly making me laugh, "Okay I ain't lovin this much affection, you know that" she commented as she rubbed my back with her hand, I could just imagine her face of disgust because she was the least affectionate person to ever exist. She showed love through her actions, not through words of affirmation and hugs and kisses.
I was the opposite, I was pretty touchy.
I pulled away, looking in to her smaller looking eyes, "Are you high?" I asked making her instantly snigger.
"I thought you were mad at me! You didn't even answer my calls!" I exclaimed, shoving her as I closed the door behind me. She laughed, as usual, not taking anything seriously before speaking, "You know I don't touch my phone when I smoke, that's dangerous" It made sense, every time she was high she would pick fights with random people in her contact list and forget all about it the next day.
We went over to her couch where there was a literal ash tray falling off it, I quickly stopped it from falling before placing it on her table. "You are going to burn down your apartment with this Nancy!" I said as I held the blunt in my hand, it was literally still lit and she had it just laying on her couch, casually.
"My backwood!" She snatched it back off of me before laughing and smoking from it again and sitting down, patting the space next to her for me to join her. I gave her a look of disgust as I sat down next to her, "Keep that away from me, thank you, I need to go home, I can't be smelling like weed" I told her making her nod laughing.
"So, you said you thought I was mad at you, bitch why?" She asked, turning the music down a little so that I could hear her. I looked at her as if she was crazy, "What do you mean why? Have you forgotten what happened tonight?" I asked, raising my brows as she rolled her eyes.
"That ain't shit, you know who I be fuckin with just to get this shit right?" She said, pointing at the blunt in between her fingers. God, sometimes when she spoke she reminded me of Jason by her language. She also happened to act a lot more street when she was high, so I think it was starting to affect her now
"You're okay though right?" I asked, looking at her with sincerity.
She put her hand on top of mine, blowing smoke out of her mouth in the opposite direction. "I'm okay Sav, you're the one I was worried about, I saw you literally fly across the lot because of that explosion. I called your mom, she said you were fine so I thought I'd just let you sleep it off" She explained making me sigh, remembering my parents and what had just happened.
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Intentions | Jason McCann |
Fanfiction"You know who my father is, Mr McCann." "What you tryna say?" "I come from a Mafia family, that is what I'm trying to say." "Baby girl, I ain't gotta be no Mafia boss just to control you the way I do."