His Other Best friend

A Friend Like Me

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Chris...

'Go in there and do what the fuck you gotta do then be out, nigga', I said giving myself a mental pep talk.

She did not know that I was here. No-one did. I wanted it that way. No cameras. No social media. As drama free as I could possibly make it.

Climbing out of my car I walked up the pathway to her front door ringing the doorbell. She now knew that I was here.

'It's open'

She sent in a text. Turning the knob I went inside closing the door quietly behind myself. Making my way through the house I found her in her bedroom. She was lying on her bed scrolling through my her phone.

She had not noticed my presence yet. That gave me enough time to really look at her one last time. For once in a long while I saw her. I saw the woman I had fallen for so long ago.

The memories of our time spent together flashed inside my head like ghosts of the past whispering in my ears. Every laugh, smile, and tear. All of it flashed before my eyes as I watched her in her own world.

I was able to catch a glance of her phone screen. Of course, she was on Instagram. Social media, strangers had gotten in her head. That is the main reason that we had fell off. She let strangers' praise rise above her own opinions. She became like every other broad on social media and I fell out of love.

"Karrueche?", I called stepping fully into her bedroom.

She looked up from her phone with a startled gasp. A smile took over her face as she rose to sit on her knees on the bed.

"Hey, bae", she greeted.

I shook my head at her greeting. She looked so happy to see me. Yet, not once did she come to see me. Not once did she write me. Not once did she even call me. From what I heard, she has a new nigga in her life.

I am glad that she does. It will soften the blow.

"Don't you have a nigga?", I retorted coming to a stop at the foot of her bed.

She waved me off.

"It was one date. You know how people make shit more than it really is", she said.

I nodded, because I knew it even more than she did. Deciding not to beat around the bush. I said it. The entire reason I had even made the trip to her house.

"We can't fuck with each other no more", I stated.

She froze. The smile she once wore on her face now completely gone.

"What?", she asked in disbelief.

"Look, the sex was nice, but I am pass that shit. The drugs, partying, and drinking. All of that shit is dead. I can't keep doing this shit", I told her.