here yall go
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OMNISCIENT
symere layed in his bed as he scrolled through instagram, liking some random pictures. school was starting in a week and he was supposed to be 'getting ready', whatever that meant. he was bored as hell an wanted something adventurous to happen. he was gonna call his best friends, jahseh onfroy and tyler okonma, to come over when he got a text.
jordy😍💘
sy syyyy
read 5:37pm
baby carti💚🐍
what do you want jordyyyy?
jordy😍💘
come over
pleaseee
baby carti💚🐍
i cant, im doin something jordy
jordy😍💘
no u not. u active on insta rn
read 5:38pm
baby carti💚🐍
typing...
jordy😍💘
and dont lie to me symere woods
read 5:40pm
baby carti💚🐍
okay, fine
On my way!
fucking auto correct, omw
read 5:42pm
symere was actually a lazy bitch and he didnt want to get up at all, but it was jordan so of course he'd get up and move his ass. he stood up for a minute and looked around his room. then he did a few stretches and his bones cracked loudly.
"damn. them bitches sound like tyler crunching on some chips." he mumbled to himself. symere slowly slipped on his black and white checker crocs along with a hoodie of his favorite rapper, king von, and some black sweatpants. he walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, looking around for the car keys.
"AYE MA! WHERE YO KEYS?"
"BOY- DONT MAKE BEAT YOUR ASS!! over here yellin n shit." she screamed back. he rolled is eyes so loud, you could hear it.
"the car at the car shop along with the keys, remember? yo little ass ran into a street light."
"that wasnt even m-. okay ma." he knew better than too talk back to his mom, especially since she was black. he was gon get his ass BEAT for "talking back" or whatever the fuck parents be saying. he grabbed his phone and charger then walked out, slamming the door.
"bitch." he mumbled loudly.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAY BOY?!"
"SHIT!" he yelled.
"GETCHO SMURF BUILT ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!"
good thing symere took track in middle school. he could run up 23 miles per hour. as he slowed down, he thought about why it was so damn hot outside. he pulled up the weather app on his phone and it was 98 degrees. oh well not like he was gonna change clothes anyway. hoodies were always it. and crocs. even though they looked ugly as fuck, they were comfy as a bitch.
since jordan lived close by, sy arrived in about 9 minutes. he ran up to the door hella fast and rang the bell about 4 times. finally jordan opened the door, slow as hell in symere's opinion.
"damn nigga what took you so long?" sy grumbled
"i was-"
"dont care. got any water? a bitch thirsty."
jordan got really confused. "where the fuck this attitude come from?"
"what attitude?" sy said as he mugged him. jordan busted out laughing like sum was really funny. see, a nigga smoked some good shit so he knew he was trippin'.
symere's mug started to go away and got replaced with a concerning look. "are you good nigga? you on sum crack now? cuz ion fuck with crackheads."
"am i on crack? i know you fucking lyin-." jordans eyes started to get darker.
"nigga, you ok? you starting to look like jamell out here. want me to-"
"take yo lil ass up stairs. NOW!" secretly this is what symere wanted. he was "dick deprived" as maria would say.
symere turned away smirking as he marched up the stairs.
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Romancein which jordan finds himself constantly going to the corner store to visit this boy who works there. "that's not very positive of you, is it?" +playboiuzi+
