One Shots

no love | august alsina

You sat at home, waiting for your boyfriend to get back with your cough medicine and Sprite. You had the worst head cold even though it was the middle of the summer.

You were bored so you decided to watch people's Snapchat stories. First your best friend's, then your sister's, then August's. You raised your eyebrows while watching his story. He was supposed to be bringing you your Mucinex but he was out at the club or a party. Either one, it had a lot of people, specially, a lot of girls.

The next snap had some girl grinding all up on him. He must've forgot he had a girlfriend. You scoffed and shook your head. You were gonna snap on his ass as soon as he walked in your house.

You were never the type to try to get back at your boyfriend though. Just because he was out with girls partying and shit, doesn't mean you're gonna do the same thing with a guy. That's so immature to you. You're too old for those kiddy games. You thought he was too, but obviously he wasn't.

You decided to stop waiting on him and just go to the store yourself. You got out of your bed and just slipped on a pair of slides since you had on an extra large shirt, there was no need to put on pants.

You grabbed your Michael Kors wallet and walked downstairs. You picked your keys up from the granite counter and walked outside to your Nissan.

It was your average summer night. Humid yet cool. You quickly sped to Walgreens because you really needed cough syrup before you puked your brains out.

You quickly walked inside the drug store and saw it was barely busy, which was very good for you. The cashier greeted you but you were too busy focusing on trying to not throw up, so you didn't say anything back.

You went in the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. You leaned against the toilet paper dispenser and sighed. This is why you hated head colds and summer time.

You got up and flushed the toilet before walking to the sink. You looked a mess. Your hair was still tied down in your baby blue durag and your pink Thrasher shirt was wrinkled and dingy. The blue words had toothbrush stains on it, but luckily, you didn't have throw up anywhere on you.

You rinsed your mouth out with water and spit it back into the sink before washing your hands.

You left the restroom, grabbed your cough medicine and a few snacks, then went to the register.

The cashier had a concerned look on his face. He was brown with tattoos. He was very handsome. His name tag read 'Bryson'. "Aye ma, you good?"

You nodded as he rang the items up. "You don't look too hot. Lemme help ya." He handed you the bags after you paid. He came from around the counter and grabbed the bags from you. "Where's your car?"

You looked at him like he was crazy but he just laughed. "Come on girl. I'm tryna help you because you look sick. Now please tell me where your car is."

You pointed to the tan colored Altima and unlocked your doors. He put your bags in the backseat and leaned against your car.

"You're too pretty to be coming out the house looking that sick. Why don't you have anyone take care of you?" Right as he said that, you saw August's car. Talk about perfect timing.

He must've not seen you staring at him because he opened his passenger door and helped a girl out. She had on a shiny, fitted maroon dress with black heels. She was very thick in the hips and had an ample chest to match. Exactly his type.

"Well I had a boyfriend, but he went to the club." You shrugged and rubbed your face, feeling your stomach drop once August walked over to you and the Bryson.

"Had? You broke up with him for going to the club?"

"No, I broke up with him for attempting to go home with a random girl he met at the club." You said with crossed arms, looking at him. He smacked his teeth then walked straight past you, with his hand in the girl's.

You knew him. You knew his plans. Every time he's about to fuck, he goes to Walgreens and gets a new pack of condoms even though he has enough back at the house. He just wants to make the girl feel special.

"Ohhh, I saw that look. You must've knew him. Lemme put it together." Bryson fixed his black glasses that sat on his nose. It was obvious he was confused, but his thinking face was so funny so you burst out laughing. He looked at you then gave you a small smile. "Soo that was the unlucky man?"

"Unlucky?"

"Well yeah, he had a very lovely, beautiful woman on him and he let her go for some stripper thot." He shrugged. You couldn't help but blush. You loved compliments but August never gave you any. If he did, it'd be about sex, related to sex, or for sex.

"Well thanks. I'm pretty-" You were about to say something but you saw another employee poke his head out the door.

"Bryson you're still on the clock. Tell your girlfriend you'll see her later." The employee said with a wink before going back inside.

"Hate that nigga." He rolled his eyes before looking down at you. "I'll catch you around ight? Get rid of that cold."

"See ya. Thanks for helping me." You gave him a hug. He kissed your forehead before going back inside of the drug store.

Every day after that, you went to Walgreens just to talk to Bryson until he worked up the nerve to ask you on a date. Then after four dates, you two started dating. And when people ask y'all where and how y'all met, you tell them on the corner of happy and healthy.

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i'm in a writing mood rn sooo request some imagines please!! and this was in my drafts lol this is so old