"Yooo, what's good? So Raina huh?" Troy asked with a devilish grin. "Don't start." I groaned.

"I'm not, just a little crazy ain't it?" His brows wiggled with a goofy smile on his face. "Whatchumean'?" I looked over at him curiously. We were in the basement. He had one sofa. I got the other. Both pulled out into a bed. "I'm just saying I'm surprised you're still alive. —I mean, I felt like I always knew." He answered.

I shook my head. "Troy your mouth was on the floor when you found out."

"I'm not talking about y'all being together or whatnot. I mean I knew she had a crush on you. She was always acting all weird around you." He further explained. I shrugged it. "Ehh."

"I didn't think of it as anything else though." He paused scratching the back of his head. "Shit everybody getting in relationships now. I might need to go around the corner and find me an ol' lady."

I chuckled. "You stupid."

"I'm serious, but she has to be a freak though. You know the ones that are down for whatever —to keep my attention. Oh —and she has to be legal, no shade." Troy stated, thinking he was funny. "Fuuuuuuucccckkk you." I retorted making both of us laugh. It was just like Troy to try to find humor in any situation.

"Remember that chick Morgan?" He looked at me wondering and I nodded. "Yeah I remember she used to blow yo phone up."

"I saw her the other day. She was looking right so I spoke to her. We ended up getting together that night at her spot." Troy did a half smile.

"Umhm." I nodded for him to continue. "So the next morning I'm still in her bed. I woke up smelling bacon. I went to the kitchen after using her bathroom —Dawg let me just tell you she had a whole spread laid out." He spread his arm apart demonstrating the table.

I raised a brow as I listened. "I'm talking bacon, egg, waffles, fried chicken, grits, blueberry biscuits, fruit. Damn near a buffet." He went down the list counting with his fingers. "Is that right?" I asked knowing his story would lead to some mess.

"So she told me to sit and that she would serve me. So we ate and it was good. —Well the biscuits was dry, the grits were a little grainy and the chicken barely had seasoning. Other than that it was aight." He further elaborated.

I chuckled. " Troy you bugging, —you chef Ramsey now? Get to the point. You're making me hungry and we just ate." I scratched my side.

"Shut the hell up. Anyway, after we ate she was like 'can you help me clean up and then we can maybe go do a little shopping." He tried to mimic her voice. I laughed a little.

"I was like she's trying to finesse me." His eyed roamed the room, playfully acting dramatically. "So I told her I don't do dishes and that I really didn't mean to stay over." He twisted his face up.

Laughter left me and caught me by surprise. It was funnier than I thought it be actually. "You could've at least helped that lady with the dishes though, damn." I said to him.

"Hell naw! Nobody told her to use every dish, pot and pan in that bitch. Fuck I look like? Besides, I didn't even ask her to cook." He raised his voice getting all serious. This dude was hilarious. I promise I've never smoked, but conversations with Troy made me feel like I should.

"You ate though." I squinted my eyes at him laughing. "She volunteered. I don't turn down food. It's against my religion." He leaned back.

I laughed. "So what did she do?"

"What could she do? I grabbed my keys and my phone then dipped. I can't stand when women start assuming and plotting shit. It be the bullshit like that, that'll make me hurt yo' feelings. She thought I was gon' bust my wallet out for her ass. Hell naw. I don't know you." His hand flickered. I shook my head again, laughing nonstop.

"You know what I take that back. I don't won't no damn relationship. I'm cool on that." He spoke as if he had an epiphany or something.

"That's good advice for yourself, keep that energy." I continued laughing.

"Whatever, —you been in a relationship for three whole minutes. Now you want to act like you wasn't just talking the same shit I'm talking." He made a snorting sound then busted out a loud sarcastic laugh.

"Stop hating. Anyway don't say nothing else to me. I'm about to call Raina." I hushed him. "A3, y'all in the same house." He looked at me like I was stupid. I ignored him and called her anyway. It rang once.

"Hello, you're still up?" She asked. "Yep, couldn't sleep, been talking to this goofy face little boy."

"A3 shut yo' sprung ass up. Over there baking cakes and shit and y'all in the same house." Troy retorted. She laughed. "Don't do Troy like that. You know he's sensitive." I chuckled. "What are y'all up to?"

"Nothing just in bed with Sienna. She literally won't fall asleep until I do. She can barely keep her eyes open." Rains spoke softly.

"She's just caring about her best friend. I'm glad she's there with you though." I added. "Yeah me too. How are you doing?" She asked concerned.

"I should be asking you that, but I'm ok. If you're good then I'm good Munch. We'll have our time to talk." I told her.

"Ok." She paused. "I guess I should try to get some rest." I nodded as if she could see me. "Ok love. Call me back if you can't sleep."

"Ok baby." She said while yawning.

"I love you. You running with Sienna or you want me to?" I asked.

"Sienna since me. You and Mike are going to my therapy in the morning. And I love you too." She added making me smile. We stayed silent for a few seconds then said good night. She ended the call. For majority of the night all I heard was Troy snoring. 

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