It was one if them quiet nights at the house, jus you n' Tremaine, chillin in yall bedroom. You was posted up on the bed, feelin the weight of the silence pressin down on you like a heavy blanket, while Tremaine was doin his thing in the bathroom, movin round all quiet-like.

After a minute or two of that eerie quietness, you decided to check up on yo man, see what he was up to. So, you sauntered ova to the bathroom door, pushed it open, & stepped inside. & what do you see, Tremaine, yo boyfriend, standin there wit a glock in his hand, while the clip n' bullets was on the counter, like it was jus anotha accessory.

You aint even flinch, cause Tremaine already let you know he was packing heat. But still, you couldn't help but open yo mouth n' hit him wit a "Boy, what is you doin?"

Tremaine, bein his usual smart-ass self, jus looked at you n' said, "What does it look like I'm doin, ma?" The nerve of this nigga, I swear.

You rolled yo eyes at him, cause what else was you gonna do? But then Tremaine hit you wit, "Wanna learn how to use it?"

Now, you aint gonna, you was hesitant at first. But something in you said, why not? So you agreed, & befoe you knew it, Tremaine was standin behind you, his chest pressed up against yo back, both of yall facing the mirror in the bathroom.

He positioned yo hand on the glock, his hand ova yours, guidin you like he was teaching you how to dance or sumn shit. & then, in that smooth, velvet voice of his, he said, "Make sure to hands aint shakin or nun, press the trigger, n' shoot a nigga wit it."

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋