5IVE // Pooter ✔️

.09

A Few Days Later..

I woke up from sleep, sweating from another nightmare. It was at this point that I could barely get any sleep before I got a nightmare.

Sitting up in my bed, I wipe my face and take a deep breath.

"2:34 in the goddamn morning...", I say to myself, checking the time on my phone.

Leaning back onto the headboard of my bed, I prepare myself to sit up until everyone else wakes up.

This has been a daily thing for the past few days, and a nigga is beyond over it. I just can't sleep anymore.

Turning my TV off, I let the darkness consume my room.

I plug my earbuds into my phone and blast my music, clicking through people's Snapchat stories.

"They back together?", I ask myself, looking at a toxic ass couple from back home.

Just last week they were dogging each other, spilling tea, and telling everybody they would never get back together.

"I would never.", I say, shaking my head.

Once being messy on Snapchat gets boring, I switch over to Instagram.

The first story that pops up is Deion's and I damn near throw my phone as soon as I see it.

"12s", it read. This nigga gon think I'm stalking him...

"Oh well. You only live once.", I tell myself, and go back to clicking through stories.

As I expected, a few seconds pass before his name comes across my screen.

Deion 🦦 would like to FaceTime...

I wait a few seconds before answering, and as soon as I do, I'm met with his cheesing face.

"What you smiling so hard for?", I ask him, laughing softly.

"I'on even know. Just felt like smiling.", he answers, still cheesing. "Faceass."

"Anyways, why you up this late?", he asks me.

I simply answer, "Nightmare.", and he nods in understanding.

"You ain't going back to sleep?", he asks and I shake my head.

"I'on plan on it, I'ma just stay up till it's time for me to get ready for school.", I answer.

With a raised eyebrow, he tells me, "That's a long time."

"Yep, but it's cool. I'll be straight.", I respond with a shrug.

"I'll keep you company, pal.", he says and puts on his shades.

I ask him, "So what you wanna talk about?"

"Alien invasions. If one happens right now, what you doing?"

With a weird look, I answer, "I'ma let them take me, the fuck? What I look like tryna fight a damn alien?"

"Tuh, they gon' have to work hard to get me. I go broke like Joc before I just let them hoe me like that.", he tells me and I let out a loud laugh.

"Fuck them aliens.", he adds, sticking up his middle finger.

Swiping my neck, I respond, "Period."

"You think they got some big booty aliens, though? I'm talking DJ Duffy type cheeks."

I take a second to think. "I hope them thangs be thangin. If I'ma get abducted, it can atleast be by a thick ass alien."

Our conversation is interrupted by his phone dinging.

He reads the message and says, "DJ wants me to hop on 2k, that's cool with you?"

"Yeah, of course.", I answer.

"Alright. I'm not gon' hang up though. I'ma just prop you up right here."

I watch as he hooks his mic up to his controller and shit.

"Don't start yo' shit, DJ. I'an got time to be arguing with yo' ugly ass.", he says and I let out a loud laugh.

Minutes pass as I listen to him argue with DJ. They were literally the funniest.

Weirdly, my eyes began to get heavy.

I wasn't finna fight it, though. I need the sleep.

Letting my eyes close, I drift off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Five.", I hear Deion say before I was out completely.

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