Playing Homeboy ·qb·

I love you.

The things that cross my mind while I'm by myself.

I hate you.

These things go through my mind while I'm by myself.

I fuck you.

These things run through my mind while I'm by myself.

Well, fuck you.

It's always on my mind.

I think I need some help...

...™...

Staring at the ceiling, I traced my finger slowly along her shoulder blades, making her reposition her head on my bare chest.

"Can I tell you something about yourself?" I ask with my eyes still stayed on the ceiling.

"Go ahead." She maneuvers her eyes so they can look up at me.

"I've classified you as one in a million." I smile, hoping for the same reaction. When I don't hear a response, I look down, still looking hella goofy, but she wasn't the slightest bit amuzed.

I kiss my teeth.

"What I say?"

"Nigga there are 7 billion people on this mother fucker we call a planet."

"Well you one in 7 billion."

"Too late homeboy. You tried to be cute, and you failed."