sorry for any mistakes.
Azura Serenity James.
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"You're really being weird as fuck right now." I blinked.
"Girl stop blinking so damn hard before your wings fall off." Kyaire poked my cheek.
I smacked his hand, "Don't touch me weirdo hoe."
"You a thotiana, huh?" He shook his head.
This bitch just used a Durk lyric on me?
"Bitch you ain't Durk." I mushed his head.
"Aye watch yo' fuckin' mouth and keep ya damn hands to ya self Serenity." He choked me up.
"Kyaire act right damn." I looked up at him.
He mugged me and pushed me.
"Aye li' daddy you like these?" I showed him some shoes.
"Yeah." He blinked.
"You so extra," I laughed, "I'm surprised you not playing the game right now."
"I was playing before you got here." He pushed me.
"You love touching me." I mugged him.
"YES! I GOTTA FEEL YO DAMN SKIN CAUSE YOU MY GIRL SO WE IS ONE PERSON!" He stood up yelling in my face.
"Kyaire." I stared at him, "You high or something damn? You must been smoking some new shit."
"How was work bae?" He pulled me to him.
"I honestly been thinking about leaving." I sighed, sitting on his lap.
"Why?"
"I don't have a passion for hair anymore." I shrugged.
Which was kinda true, I wanted to try something new.
"Whats ya' backup plan?" He buried his face in my neck.
"I don't know yet, thats why I'm still there." I laughed.
He bit my neck holding me tighter.
"Kyaire are you okay the hell?" I looked down at him.
"Yes, finish telling me about your day Azura." He pinched my thigh.
His ass better only be smoking weed.
"I wanna start looking for apartments." I spoke up.
"You ready?" He looked at me.
I nodded. Ameer been doing good at the lil tattoo spot, he actually gets a lot of recognition. He also been looking for places to move.
My mama been in her feels lately, can't take another damn mood swing. I don't want to move far away though, I still wanna be able to visit her crazy ass everyday.
"Want me to help you look?"
"Yeah." I smiled.
We been doing good lately, and I can honestly say that I'm happy.
"We can go look tomorrow." He nodded, grabbing a pre-rolled blunt off his dresser.
"Kyaire."
"Azura." He matched my tone.
"You'on need to smoke no mo'." I mugged him, standing up.
"YoU'On nEeD tO sMokE— Go to hell." He waved me off.
I just rolled my eyes at him, he so damn dramatic.
"Wanna smoke wit' me?" He lit it, and looked at me.
