Love can change a lot. The way you walk, talk, smile, think.
It can unfreeze a cold heart, or can it?
The fire of love can do a lot, but what can it do for two cold hearted adults out of Chicago?
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September 16th, 2019
"Why'd you call if I'm gonna see you tonight?" I laughed at Kendrick.
"Ion know, I guess after seeing you yesterday after a long time, I missed you" he said.
Aw, him so soft.
"You a whole punk, talking bout you missed me" I kept laughing.
"You must've smoked, you laughing a lot" he shook his head, smiling.
Indeed, we smoked.
The doorbell started ringing, making me get up.
"Kenny, I gotta go. You gon get the stuff for tonight?" I asked.
He nodded, licking his lips before I hung up. I opened the door, revealing Izzy with a bag of KFC. He smiled, coming inside. I puckered my lips and he grabbed my waist, giving me a kiss.
Soft hoe.
"I wanna take you out tonight" he said once he pulled away.
Oop—
"I'm doing something tonight. Maybe tomorrow?" I nervously smiled.
He frowned before nodding, handing me the bag.
"Aw, don't look sad" I pouted, giving him another kiss.
"I won't if you tell me where you going" he told me.
Oop—
"Can you shut up?" I mumbled.
I looked back at Izzy and started to get nervous again. How I'm supposed to tell him that I'm basically finna be out with a dude that used to like me in high school.
That same dude that made you wet yesterday too.
"Just to the trap on 65th" I made it simple, sitting on the couch.
I got my food out the bag and began to eat. Izzy sat with me, taking his food out the bag too.
"Damn, we barely go down there" he tried to make conversation.
I nodded, really not wanting to respond. I don't let Izzy into that part of my life. The part where I really want to kill the bitch who set my brother up.
Once we got done eating, we basically just laid there. His head was in my lap as I played with the little amount of hair that he had.
"What time you gotta leave?" He asked.
I picked up his phone and checked the time.
6:20 P.M.
"In about three hours" I moved his head from my lap and got up.
