now, notti wasn't gay or so that's what he wanted to believe, I mean, when you were around, he couldn't stop himself from staring, it was like he was in a fucking trance where he couldn't look away.
now yβall had just kissed because notti was confused I mean when he kissed a girl it was okay I guess but when he kissed you he felt like he was on cloud nine like he was in heaven, when a girl said 'I love you' to him it was coo but when you said it he felt his stomach fill up with butterflies and he felt good when you said you loved him.
like he was finally doing something right in his life besides music. so yea notti was inlove with you but he was scared I mean he wasnβt sure if he liked girls but he was sure he loved you.
right now yβall were in his pent house and you were sat on his bed ignoring him as he sat on the edge of the bed rolling up.
"why the fuck you mad at me bro?" you rolled your eyes. bro?
you just said silent and he groaned and laid back on the bed as he held the joint between his fingers inhaling the smoke.
"talk to me babyyy, pleaseee." he whined, his hand going on your thigh.