summer had finally hit atlanta fr n everybody was outsideee. apartment pools packed, chargers parked crooked on curbs, music loud enough ta shake windows while random people yelled lyrics wit cups in they hand n shakin ass. smoke sat heavy inna air mixed wit perfume, liquor, n chlorine from the pool.

the whole backyard was active. girls takin flicks every five seconds, easy ass niggas tryna crack sumn before the end of the night, it was lit tbh.

you had jus finished ya junior year so tonight was basically one big “we survived” party. cute lil fit on, lip gloss fresh, hair laid perfect while you moved thru the crowd wit ya friends feelin good as hell.

fa a minute everything was straight.

then you seen him.

damn near across the whole party posted near the gate wit his hb’s.

black fitted compression tee, tight onna arms n chest . black stacked flare sweats that every nigga have wit the cream stitched cross on one leg that say n big distressed lettering goin down the other “Saint” . pants stack over the shoes perfectly too so it give that clean hood nigga fit look instead of lookin too put together.

small earrings, apple watch, tattoos all up the arm n creepin up the neck. fit simple as hell but still hard cause everythin fitted right n matched the vibe.. chains sittin low on his chest while smoke curled round him from the blunt in his hand. fresh cut too.

the typa nigga that looked like trouble without even tryin.

n unfortunately?

you knew exactly who he was.

yo old lil talkin stage.

the same nigga that disappeared on you months ago outta nowhere. no text. no explanation. nun.

soon as y’all locked eyes, he paused mid conversation.

then started walkin ova.

steady. unbothered.

like he already knew you was still gone stand there n let him walk right up on you.

people brushed past y’all, music rattlin the ground while somebody cannonballed into the pool nearby.

you was already ready ta snap.

but before anythin else could happen, he stepped close, grabbed ya waist naturally like muscle memory, n pulled you against him.

“hol up lemme explain before you start hootin n hollerin aii ?? ..i ain’t ghost you ma. i was in juvie.”