".... You think Crips listen to Chris Brown?"
Omniscient
"ASK HOW MANY, NIGHTS I'VE BEEN THINKING OF YOU! ZERO, ZERO!!! " Nahmir sang/yelled out as him and Taymor walked on the track at the empty park.
Taymor looked at him and smiled shaking his head. "Where did that come from? " Nahmir shrugged.
"I guess Chris Brown is on my mind... Hey, quick question? " Taymor rose his brows and Nahmir continued.
".... You think Crips listen to Chris Brown? " Taymor stopped walking and thought about it.
"Well... He's not a actual 'blood'–
" UH HUH! " Nahmir yelled laughing a bit.
"That's not what I heard, and I think they do, who doesn't listen to Chris Brown? " Nahmir nodded in agreement as they started back up walking again. This time, they held hands.
"You know.. I do wonder. " Nahmir sighed looking down at his feet.
"About? "
"My parents... What and where will I be if I was never a foster kid? O-Or... Would I have met you? A-And J-Jahseh O-Or H-Have to go through al-all the b-bullting. I-I Pr-Prayed that it'll g-get better T-Taymor, I-I
He didn't even finish his sentence. Nahmir broke down crying into his small hands.
" Hey Nahmir it's okay. " Taymor stopped again and hugged him while he silently cried.
"If I never met Derrick.. "
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"Th-Thanks for Today. And for Picking me up. " Taymor smiled and pulled up to the oh so familiar house.
"This is... Wow. Who stays here? " Nahmir asked curiously as he followed Taymor out of the car and to the door.
He smiled while Taymor looked at him, with no smile.
"Tay... I think I really lo-
He fell to the ground before he even got 'love out of his mouth'
Taymor stared at his body and titled his head as a small smirk started to appear on his face.
" Ight Stoke, bring him in while I handle Derrick. "
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This chapter ass asf. Sorry I haven't updated btw. I hoped you enjoyed.
Finna end this book tho 😶
