More Than Friends

Getting Through It

Odell POV-

"K." I kissed her forehead. I didn't want to wake her. She looked so peacefully sleep on top of me, with her head over my heart. But she had class in 30 minutes and I wanted to see what she wanted to do.

"K." I ran my fingers through her hair. She slowly opened her eyes.

"You feel like going to class?"

She shook her head no.

"Well we won't go then." I kissed her forehead again.

She closed her eyes, then opened them.

"What do you need from me babe? I know I can't take the hurt away or bring her back, but what can I do to lessen the pain a little bit?"

I felt tears on my chest. "Just don't give up on me. Even if I push you away. I really do need you." She wiped her eyes.

"That's already a given. I'mma fight for you until my last breath."

"I just hurt so bad. Like I just...the only reason I worked so hard was so she wouldn't have to and now she's gone. She's gone. I don't have a reason anymore ." She broke down.

I rubbed her back. "Just cause she's gone, your reason isn't. More than anything she wanted to see you excel whether she was there physically or not. And you maybe can't pay her back in life, but you can do it to honor her death. And I promised her I would make sure you did that."

She wiped her eyes. "What did she say before she went?"

"That she was truly fine, she loved you, wanted to see you live out your dream and that Peyton Manning had a huge ass head."

She laughed. "Yeah she was bad as Brandon with her love for Cam. She would be like if I was one year younger."

"She said that." I chuckled.

"Ahh she loved the panthers us being from Fayetteville and all. It would've been nice if when you got drafted we took her to a game and if you knew Cam introduce her. She would've like that. I could just see her and Brandon swooning over Cam." She smiled.

"I think she knew she had it this summer but just didn't say anything and I don't understand why." She broke down again.

"She loved you so much she just wanted to make sure you stayed on track. Not be weighed down."

"But I could've did it. I would've just took the rest of the year off and finished later. School is important but not worth her life. I just feel like that was so selfish of her. Here I am away in Baton Rouge, you're dying and not tell me? I would've gave anything to spend those last minutes with her."

"I know but just cherish the time you did have. Those memories. No one can take them away." I reached for some tissue and handed it to her.

"You're right." She wiped her eyes. "Sorry." She wiped my wet chest.

"I don't mind catching your tears."

She put her head on my pillow facing me. "You're different than what I expected."

"What you mean different?" I said confused.

"We were friends and stuff. But I didn't expect you to be this type of boyfriend."

"What did you expect?"

"A fuckboy."

I laughed. "I'm that too. But since you need me, my fuckboy on mute."

She let out a slight smile.

"I love you so much." I brought my face closer to hers and pecked her lips.

"I love you too. And thank you for everything." I saw her eyes being filled with tears again.

I wiped them away with my thumb.

"We'll get throughout it. I promise." I kissed her forehead.

She shook her head she understood.

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"I really shouldn't do shit for y'all. Ducking and dodging my phone calls and visits." Brandon said as I came into his apartment.

"K was ignoring me, and then we was busy with the memorial and all. It happened so suddenly." I tried to explain.

"No excuse. I was legit worried and trying be there and y'all treated me like Cinderella."

"Sorry." I said sincerely.

"Naw that's okay, when I get to London and take my throne, I'll treat y'all like peasants."

I let out a chuckle.

"So are you ready to make a meal that won't kill my golden ticket to the royal Throne? Because she told me about that tragic struggle plate." Brandon asked as we went in his kitchen.

I had spent all day with Kenya. Skipping classes. But I had to go to practice. So my idea was to after practice to ask Brandon to teach me how to cook.

"Yeah."'I laughed washing my hands.

"So we're gonna do something super easy, even the remedial like you can do. Spaghetti. I have all the ingredients already out. All you have to do is follow the instructions." He handed me a piece of paper.

"Where you going?" I asked as he was walking out the kitchen.

"I know most football players are slow. But I refuse to believe you are. If you can understand X's and O's and blue 47s and all that shit. You can understand how to cook this simple ass spaghetti recipe. I have to make a run. When I comeback, the spaghetti better be done and it better be right. And don't burn down my shit."

He left out his door. Leaving me alone in his apartment, trying to figure out how to make this.

I looked at all the ingredients. My inner  OBJ said "O we make touchdowns, we got this."

I got this. 💪🏿

Pray for me y'all.

Do y'all think he will get it? 😂😂

Anybody seen that video where O and Duke are cooking and Odell burned the broccoli? 😂😂

I wish it was on YouTube so I could post but is not. Sorry. 😞