"Cyn," A familiar raspy voice called out, awakening me from my slumber.
I fluttered my eyes open, then jumped a little at the sight of a dark figure standing over me.
"Chill ma, it's just me." Vonte chuckled. I let out a small sigh, then sat up on the couch.
"Where's Killa?" I looked around, noticing that he wasn't under me anymore.
"I let him outside to shit."
"Oh." I said, grabbing my phone and checking the time, which read 3:40 a.m.
Damn, I slept that whole time? Weed naps ain't no joke.
"I got you sum to eat." He said, nodding his head towards the kitchen.
"Ugh, thanks. I'm starving." I grumbled, getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen.
A Cookout tray and sprite were sitting on the counter, and I assumed them to be mine. Vonte came in behind me, watching me intently as I warmed my food up.
"They're really the only place open this late." He said, taking a sip out of his own cup.
"It's fine." I told him, giving him a small smile. "I love Cookout."
After pulling my food out of the microwave, I said a quick prayer over it then bit into a chicken tender. I closed my eyes and chewed slowly on my food, savoring every bite.
"Aight, I'm going to sleep." Devonte said with his back turned to me as he walked out of the kitchen. "The guest bedroom is down the hall, and the bathroom is across from it. I'll take you home first thing in the morning."
I finished my food and straightened up the kitchen, then went down the hall and sure enough, an empty bedroom sat to the left and a bathroom was on the right. The bedroom is so nice, but there isn't even a television in the room and it honestly looks like it's never been inhabited.
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I explored the room a little more then went into the bathroom to shower, but I quickly realized that there were no towels in the linen closet, and I didn't have any clothes to change in to. I crept down the hall to the master bedroom, where Vonte had the door cracked. I balled my hand into a small fist and knocked softly.
"Wassup." He responded almost immediately.
Upon entering the room I went observed a shirtless Devonte, sitting on the side of the bed smoking a blunt. The room was a little steamy, so I assume he just got out of the shower. I looked around, shocked at the drastic different between his room and the guest room. His room is so much bigger and nicer, equipped with a whole ass living area and he even has a 70 inch TV hanging above a nice fireplace that's across from his bed.
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