~| Houston, Texas |~
~| On The Road |~
~| February 20, 2017 |~
~| Carmen Maria Davis |~
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"He's just a boy Jeremiah, stop complaining. It's not even like I'm gonna meet him in real life. What's wrong with you mane?" I sighed.
He was saying shit about Kentrell again.
About how I shouldn't be talking to him that much.
And texting him so much.
Like dude, I'm just trying to help.
I just don't want him to hurt hisself.
"I know, but put yourself in my shoes. How would you feel if I was talking to another female?" He asked.
I chuckled. "I wouldn't care. Our marriage runs with loyalty and trust, so I'd trust you. Why can't you trust me?"
He said nothing.
Exactly!
"That's what I thought." I mumbled, pulling up into his work place.
He just put his car in the shop recently, and he wanted me to drive him to work.
"Okay, whatever." He mumbled, before leaning over kissing me, and I kissed him back. "I love you, see you later.
"I love you too." I nodded my head before he got out the car closing it.
I immediately started driving.
Wanted to catch me something to eat before I head home.
I was off today, and I didn't have nothing to do really.
As soon as I pulled into McDonald's, my phone started ringing.
Kentrell👣 wants to FaceTime you..
I pulled into the drive through, sat my phone up so he could see me as I answered.
Is it bad that I kinda get happy to see him call?
"Wassam Mrs. Davis." He smiled into the phone.
"Hey Kentrell, how today going for you?" I asked.
"Good." He shrugged. "Just wanted to talk to you."
"As always." I rolled my eyes playfully with a smile on my face.
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Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed
FanfictionCarmen Davis works at a Suicide Hotline Company, where people take calls from people all around the world that have problems, and thinks of suicide. One day she takes a call from a young boy, Kentrell Gaulden. And somehow, they manage to connect.
