" Won't you listen to your heart, baby
I can hear your heart crying out for me (girl it's crying out for me)
I can hear your heart crying out for me
(And it's saying)
Come on in, come on in, come on in and save me (Save me)
Come on in, come on in, c...
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7:30 pm Da Crib
It's been about a month since we left the beach. And a month since me and Symir have been getting to know eachother. I love his vibe, he still keeps certain stuff to him self but other than that he's a open book and I find him really intriguing.
He wasn't rude to me, calling me out of my name or putting his hands on me. Ya'know The stereotypical "hood nigga" that wasn't Symir at all.
To others he might came off as a nonchalant, cocky hoodlum but in all actuality he was the opposite with me he actually cared and was a sweetheart, he made his money and stayed out the way.
I noticed he didn't really take care of him self tho so I made sure to always be one step ahead of him. Constantly making sure he ate or slept. He expressed to me that he had bipolar disorder so I also made sure he took his medicine. I wanted to look out for him since it seemed nobody else did.
"Yeah lemme see that pretty ass smile phats." He said on the other side of my phone. He's been calling me phats every since we went out to eat and I ordered "enough food for a army", I loved the little pet names it was the cutest thing to bring a hood nigga out of their shell.
I smiled "Mir stopp I'm tryna be mad" I said fake pouting
"Fix ya' face Taymari, and stop tripping bout that shit he grown ain't too much you can do mama" he said while driving to his play
I was venting to him about my dad not being home anymore and I was always home alone because moonie was always with ghost and Bri still been on that funny acting shit.
I groaned "I know bubba but like damn everybody can fucking go days without checking on me and they know I don't like being by myself that shit wack" I complained as I finished applying cocoa butter on my body
"What I tell you bout' allat cussing and yeah that's fucked up you the baby too" he said
"Boy puhlease I am grown!" I said rolling my eyes "but right, like ian see nobody in days don't nobody care if I'm breathing assum?" I trailed off and looked down because he didn't say anything
"Uh- hello?" I said
"Yeah hold on mama I'm telling this nigga come outside" he replied while picking up his trap phone "I'm listening phat"
I rolled my eyes "Anyways..what he copping?" I asked
Symir looked down with a slight smirk "Touch ya nose but some train and dem 30s" he said while bagging his stuff up
I shook my head "Just trifling" the dude got in his passenger seat
"Aye wassup Draco mane how you living new school?" The junkie asked him
"Wassam I'm straight how you be unc?" Symir asked
"I'm cool, I'm cool hm." He said passing Symir the money.
