You & yo boy, Kalix, chillin at his crib, just vibin to some beats, puffin on that zaza, & sippin on lean like it's water. It's one of those nights where time ain't got no meanin, & yall just riding that high.

You posted up on the kitchen counter, feelin the music in yo bones, while Kalix is standin tall, takin a hit of that good stuff, passin the blunt over to yoy like it's a sacred ritual. The lean's got him movin slow, but it's all good vibes.

Yall both in yall own world, but there's this unspoken energy cracklin between yall, like lightin in the air. Ain't nobody sayin nun, but yall both feelin it, deep down.

Then, outta nowhere, Kalix hits you wit it, straight outta left field. "I wanna wife you up, fr." He says, his words slurrin a bit from the lean, but you can see it in his eyes, he's dead serious.

You gotta admit, you wasn't expectin that bombshell, but sum inside you just clicks, like it was meant to be said. Yo heart's poundin like crazy, but you play it cool, laughin it off like he just cracked the funniest joke of the century.

Kalix, he starts laughin too, like he can't believe he just dropped that bomb on you. But you can see it in his eyes, beneath the haze of the high, he meant every word.

Yall sit there, just soakin it the moment, the weight of his words hangin in the air between yall. & even through yall both know yall higher than the clouds rn, there's this clarity, this understandin, like yall finally seein each other for who yall really are.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋