What happens when you meet the one person you relate with the most?
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When you add drama and then don't know what to do with it 😇. In other words I apologize lol.
August Alsina
I stirred around in tha bed, before fully waking up.
Yea, I was in tha bed. Yea, I was in tha same hotel room as Cyd, yea, thea' was only one bed. And yea, she was in tha bed wit me. A hour afta I left she texted me tellin' me she couldn't sleep so I came back, slippin' my arms around ha. I wasn't far, just across the hall at T's room.
She'd gotten use ta tha routine of me bein' sleep wit ha so I get why she wanted me despite tha fact that she was mad at a nigga.
Me movin' around only made ha grip on my arm tighter as I tried ta free myself.
"Why do you make me so weak?" I heard ha ask.
I was surprised she asked that cause I neva saw or thought she was weak around me.
"I ask myself 'tha same thang daily." I replied referring to myself as I leaned ova. I wanted ta get a good look at ha so I moved ha hair outta ha face.
"Neva once did I see you as a weak female, you up thea with my mama and Cha when it comes ta strength," I chuckled and she opened ha eyes lookin' at me.
See what I'm sayin'? I'd neva be doin' this shit, makin' efforts ta make shit right.
Ha eyes were still closed so I figured she was still wantin' ta seep so I told ha ta rest and she mumbled some shit I couldn't understand as I got up.
Twenty minutes lata I was showered and dress in anotha pair of sweats and my black, hooded jacket ta hide my face some.
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Originally I was gon' have T do all these errands fa me but I hadda talk ta Hazel bout what happened last night so I decided ta pick ha up at tha airport.
"Oh so you my lil' chauffeur for the day? Cute." Hazel greeted me with a insult on go.
I rolled my eyes, "I'll fly ya ass right back ta Atlanta so chill."
"Whateva," she passed me ha bags and I put em in tha trunk.
"Whea' you gotta go?"
"Some party store.. I wanna get some balloons and shit."
"Aight... who you textin'?" I asked as I gps'd tha location fa a party store.
