There you was, just maxin at yo spot, all cozy n' laid back, wit yo phone lightin up the room as you deep in FaceTime wit Delante, Yo boyfriend. Yall choppin it up, laughin, catchin up on all the missed beats of yall day when he hits you wit, "Wya? Im finna pull up, n' go get yo stuff ready. You stayin wit me tonight. And make sure you actually ready when i get there, aight?"

Man didn't even pause for a breath, let alone give you a second to reply. He was straight business, no chaser, already settin the pace. So, you there, still on the line wit him, suddenly in go-mode, scramblin to get dress & pack a bag. Yo mind's racin, but you movin on autopilot, excitement bubbling up inside cause it's been a minute since yall last linked up.

As you zippin up yo bag, you catch that familiar sight out if yo window a sleek black SRT pullin up. Aint no mistakin that ride. It's him. You hustle, makin sure you aint leavin nun behind, then hit the lights & step out into the cool air.

Makin yo way to the driveway, there he is, posted up in his ride like he owns the block. You tap on the window, that familiar rush hittin you as he turns. That look in his eyes, man, it's like he's seein the sun after a long storm. Delante steps out, and before you know it, he holdin out his arms like he wanted a hug so thats what you did but it was a weak lil side hug you would give yo cousin or sumn which caused Delante to roll his eyes

Then, in that deep, chill tone that could calm the wildest storm, he's like, "Now you js playin wit me, on foenem. Come hea, stop actin all shy n give me a hug."

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋