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DATE: THURSDAY, JUNE 27TH TIME: 12:01 P.M (AFTERNOON.)
"𝐘𝐎, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐓 the spot." Keyontae said, grabbing Marion's attention who was leaning against the window in the passenger seat with his eyes closed. The eighteen year old was still wide awake, but he wasn't feeling hisself still as the sickness was slowly leaving his body.
Marion doesn't say anything, only nodding his head since he wasn't doing much while they were making their plays anyways, only passing Keyontae what he needed while he tried to maintain his throbbing headache; wishing he could've just stayed at home again today.
"You feelin' ight?" Keyontae questioned as he pulled out from the spot they were making their plays at. He looks over at Marion who only shrugs his shoulders, still keeping his eyes closed as he did so.
"Yea, M'straight." He mumbled, "Ready to get this shit over with for real."
"Ian letting you smoke no mo' if the weed gon' get you like this." He joked as he stopped at a red light, looking over at his friend. "You remember anything that happened?"
Marion shook his head no, "Just waking up today."
Which was true on his part — after smoking however many blunts they smoked that day, the only thing Marion could remember was him practically puking up his lungs and being fed some really good soup yesterday. Other than that, everything else was a blur to him as he tried to remember.
Keyontae could only shake his head at what he said, "Shit is sad. It'll come back to you though."
Marion felt his left leg vibrate, remembering that he finally had his own personal phone — Keyontae informing him everything that happened yesterday since he was sleep from sunrise to sundown.
He pulls it out of his pocket as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting them as he tried to get use to the bright sunlight, clicking the power button to unlock it, seeing it's a text message from somebody he doesn't know.
Furrowing his eyebrows together, not fully processing anything that was going on since his head was still throbbing as he tried to figure out who it was. He doesn't say anything to his best friend next to him, only texting back to the random number that decided to text him.
