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Von wasnโt the type to beg for attention, not when everybody already wanted a piece of him. But with you? It was different.
He was posted up in the crib, blunt in one hand, phone in the other, watchinโ the messages gettinโ left on read. You was out, busy, doinโ whateverโbut he ainโt like that. Not when he been tryna see you all day.
A deep sigh left him as he leaned back, eyes locked on the ceilin'. His homies was around, talkinโ โbout some street shit, but his mind? Stuck on you. He ainโt want a lilโ bit of your time, some quick โheyโ or โI miss youโ over text. He wanted it all.
"Man, shorty got me fucked up, she know I want her here."
His voice was low, more to himself than anybody else. And before he could think twice, he was already callinโ you, tryna get what he wantedโa hundred of your time.