↞ Giovanni Maurice Wilson ∥ Gleesh ↠
Dallas TX// Wednesday 2:30 PM.

"Nah, it's good." I told Bouka as I held Kali. "Tell yo daddy drugs ain't good." I whispered.

"Drugs ain't good, they immaculate." Bouka said.

"Niggas learn one big word and can't stop using it." Kaior laughed.

"On god." I agreed.

"Yea and she tried to get loud, I was really finna smack her but I had Kali with me." Myona came in with Symoria and Nazja.

"What in the actual ghetto?" I frowned looking at them.

"Okay it was raining." Nazja said waving me off.

"Y'all look like wet dogs."

"Bitc-Symoria get yo boyfriend."

"That ain't my boyfriend." She muttered walking passed me and I laughed.

She been mad for days now, I didn't have time to see her and stuff so she felt like I was drifting away from her.

The only reason Ian have time was because I was grieving, the drugs wasn't working, I couldn't sleep, it's like I was just stuck and I didn't wanna put my problems into her hands and have her stressed.

I, of course didn't tell her what was going on but she should understand. So I let her get her distance, she being selfish as fuck for thinking I just simply wasn't making time for her.

"I'm not even gone ask." Bouka shook his head.

"If you won't, I will." Kaior sat down . "What happened?"

"She just delusional as hell." I shrugged.

She scoffed, "Imagine."

"How she delusional? The hell happened?"

"Ask her." I shrugged. "I'm finna go, ain't got time for this shit."

"Cause he act like he don't have time no more." I heard her as I got up taking Kali to Myona.

"My niece said she wanna come to my house."

"Bye Gleesh." Myona laughed. "I'll definitely bring her though."

"Let me know." I called as I dapper Bouka up then Kaior. "Ight." I nodded.

"Where you finna go?"

"Make some money then go home." I shrugged hiking my pants up.

"Be safe." They said in usion and I nodded before leaving out.

I made my way to my car before getting in looking in the glove compartment for my shit.

I took out the lil baggy and it was only a perc in there.

Been blowing through these for the past couple days.

I popped it before pulling off with no destination as the music played lowly in the background.

I did a couple things, bussing my plays to get some money, once I was done I found myself sitting in the car at the cemetery with a bottle of lean and a backwood.

I got out the car with the bottle, I just put the blunt out deciding not to smoke while I talked to him.

I laid down next to his grave once I found it. I felt his presence, it felt like somebody was laying next to me.

Maybe it's another one of these dead people and not Savion.

I shook that thought off as I just talked to him, letting everything off my chest that I had been feeling.

"Never thought it was gone be you man." I shook my head. "Never gone see you again, this shit don't even feel real and ion see why it's just now hitting, I guess I be waiting on a call or text from you and I just gotta accept the fact that, it ain't gone happen dawg." I shook my head. "This shit hurt man, you bogus as hell for checking out like that but you went through a lot of shit so I hope you at peace now."

I drank from the cup as tears rolled down my eyes, Ian even think I was sad, it felt like anger and frustration.

"You know yo lil one on the way." I smiled. "I got him and yo girl for real, I'm mad you ain't get to meet him but ima make sure he know who his daddy is."

I talked to him for awhile before getting in my car. I made my way home before going in and laying in my bed. I dozed off into a deep sleep.

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↞ Symoria Logan Carter ∥ Face ↠
Dallas TX, 7:10 PM.

"No, I was dumb as hell for thinking I was gone finally be happy." I laughed talking to Myona.

"You is, I think y'all meant for eachother y'all just gotta communicate, thats what's wrong with the relationship."

"No, you make time for what you wanna make time for." I shrugged. "He doesn't even care for real so I can't sit here and dwell on it when he don't give a damn."

"You don't know how he feel, just cause he ain't tell you dont necessarily mean he don't care." She said . "Talk to him, or just try to get him to listen to where you coming from."

"And if he don't listen then what?"

"You can't knock it before you try it." She chuckled. "Just ask him to sit down and talk, he knows exactly what y'all need to talk about."

"Don't make me look stupid." I put her on pause.

"I won't, you been turning in your assignments?"

"Yea, I just caught up."

"You better than me, I can barley do them, I be so confused."

"Alright I just texted him, if he don't respond ima just focus on myself."

"Yall gone get back right, y'all both go through stuff on a daily, y'all suck at communication."

"I know I do but when I tried to get him to talk to me, he wouldn't, like I asked what had his attention multiple times or if he needed something and he just brushed me off like I was being annoying."

"Ima have Bouka talk to him maybe it ain't you, it's probably wayyy deeper than what it seem like it, I mean you never know."

"I don't know." I shrugged.

I just felt like if it was something going on, that's what I'm here for, talk to me. What am I around for if you don't talk to me when you feel some type of way about something or something bothering you.

That's my main thing, when I'm upset or somethings wrong and somebody genuinely cares, I might tell them what's wrong with me. I don't know his reasoning for not telling me and pushing me away but it hurt.

Maybe I moved too fast and got into a relationship way too fast after ending my relationship after Deon, maybe I needed to focus on myself and make sure I was okay before giving someone else my time.

"Face!" T-y yelled snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I got up.

"Daddy said why you ain't answering yo phone." He handed me his iPad as he sat on my living room table playing the game.

"My phone on do not disturb, my bad." I apologized.

"You good?"

"Yea." I nodded. "Where Keisha?"

"In the bathroom, if you not okay you need to talk to me, my spidey senses is tingling."

"Bye." I laughed. "I'm okay."

"Mhm, ima be over there tomorrow around 2."

"So you mean around 5." I nodded. "Okay."

"Don't do that." He eyed me. "We gone go out to eat or something or I'll come cook."

"You can't cook!" T-y yelled.

"T-y, yo mama called to talk to you, ima take yo skinny ass back with her."

"I'm just playing old man." He snickered. "You know ion wanna go with her."

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Aww no more Gleesh and Symoria.

220 votes, yaal just hit that on the last chapter, took a good week.

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