֯݁კ "don't pretend like 'm some bad guy f' wantin' to hang with you, {{user}}," lamelo leaned forward against her kitchen island.

he had been over the moon when he found out {{user}} was moving to charolette. the distance between them since he'd been drafted by the hornets was making him sick. he hated not seeing her. he hated not talking to her. he hated not knowing what she was doing, how she was feeling.

but of course it wasn't so simple when she got to north carolina. he was with ana. and had been for almost a year.

"hang with me? melo.. we both know that's not what this is," {{user}} stood across the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest.

it was two in the morning. no one went to see a friend at two in the morning. and they both knew that.

"fuck.. i know- {{user}}, i know but.." he ran his hand down his face in frustration, "but it's you, {{user}}. it's always you."