Statehouse stuff again :)

A n g s t

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TW: Death is mentioned - Murder is also mentioned

Another lonely night.

NBA sighed; his gaze slowly moved to the empty right side of his bed. He hated sleeping alone...

The organization closed his eyes, imagining a world where his wife was still with him. That empty spot would've been where his wife would lay. She'd be pissed at him for being up so late. NBA gulped, and his eyes filled with tears. "If only I could... hold you once more..." He mumbled faintly as he let his hand rub the sheets on the empty spot of the bed. 

"You were my first and my last. Imani. I miss you so fucking much..." He continued, his grip on the bedding tightened. "The teams would've loved you. Especially Bills, you were always so great with fashion, and I'm sure you would make him look fantastic in anything you chose. Or at least better than me with taste; I can't even wear a tie properly." He let out a burst of dry laughter. "Life isn't as good without you." 

"If I could find the bastard that took you from me I would have murdered him. I would have made him feel the pain I now live with. Fucking... God, why couldn't they have found him!" He whimpered, flopping back onto his bed. "Imani... I need you... If you're out there, wherever you are. I love you. So damn much. My body yearns for yours more and more every day. I don't give a shit about any woman my boys try to set me up with. You're the only one who made me smile by just entering a room, making me laugh with the dumbest jokes imaginable. Like when you ran into the kitchen once and asked me, 'what did the fish say when he swam into the wall' then replied with, 'dam'. Your laugh made my heart skip a beat. God, you were so beautiful... Everything about you. That dark caramel skin, those gorgeous brown eyes, those curls. Those dipshits back then had no clue what they were talking about. So what if I was white and you weren't, you were perfect. So... Perfect."

"Dude...? What are you talking about?" NBA jumped and quickly whipped his tears. When he turned to his door Sacramento Kings and Buffalo Bills were standing there, each wrapped in a blanket. 

"N...nothing. What's wrong, boys?" Then, he asked, "Why are you two up this late?" 

Bills frowned and looked away, a little flustered. "I had a nightmare..." He mumbled. 

"So did I," SK muttered, tightening the grip on his blanket. NBA smiled at them, welcoming them inside to rest. Both teams climbed into bed with him and snuggled into his side. "Hey! Don't kick me, Bills!" Huffed the Californian.

"Sorry, for fucks sake... It was an accident. There's not a ton of room here!" Bills retorted, angrily wrapping his arms around one of NBA's. SK rolled his eyes and did the same.  The organization giggled at the childish behavior. It was adorable. Sue him!

"Goodnight, boys." He said quietly. 

"Goodnight..." Bills muttered.

"Night, dudes," SK whispered.

"Sacramento Kings if you say 'dude' one more time I will beat the fuck outta you."

"Bills, eat shit and die dick."

"Only if it's from your mom-"

"Aye yo?!"

"Go to sleep boys..." NBA groaned.

Well...

At least he wasn't completely alone.

Bai bai-