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Von was chillin' on O'block, kickin' it with his homies, like any other day. The vibe was good, everybody laughin', talkinβ their shit, but then he spotted you. His ex. You were with some new dude, laughinβ and talkinβ like everything was cool. Von felt a lil' sting, but he let it slide. Itβs been years since you two split, and he knew it was time to move on. You just couldn't take that fame shiit, and Von accepted it after long time.
But then, outta nowhere, you threw up that hand wave. The one Von taught you, way back when, to signal that somethin' wasnβt right. That shit hit him deep. Ainβt no way he was gonna let you be with some other nigga like that, especially when you needed him.
So without thinkin', Von walked over to you, grabbed you by the arm, and pulled you in. He didnβt care 'bout the new dude or the crowd. In a split second, he just kissed you hard. Just like the old days, like everythin' was right again. Ainβt no way he was lettin' that nigga think he could take what was his.
It ain't even 'bout jealousy or sum, he could tell you ain't feelin' that nigga and he was goin' to make sure you happy, that's also the reason he'd let you go when you wanted to go.