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EPILOGUE

deja vu -Olivia Rodrigo

JORDAN:

Waffle House: Marietta, Georgia

I woke up to sunlight peeking through the shut curtains of this random person's guest room. No longer was the loud rap music that both of us had fallen asleep the previous night; for now, it was replaced with a deafening silence that was occasionally broken by someone slurring their speech in the distance. Shockingly, I wasn't having too much of a hangover from neither the weed nor alcohol from last night.

I looked to my side and saw Symere, nearly in the same position that he was last night. I smiled, viewing him resting; he looked so adorable. It wasn't long after this that Symere's eyelids fluttered open, looking up at me, and blushing.

"Hey Jordyyyyy" Symere yawned, outstretching his arms and legs.

I pulled him close in response to his greeting, as he giggled and tried to escape. I kept attacking him kisses all over the side of his neck and face as Symere kept laughing, but no longer trying to pull away. This encounter was interrupted by a vibration next to my feet that made me jump.

I let Symere free of my grip as I pulled up the covers to see Symere in tight boxers, outlining his appendage, and my phone lighting up at the end of he and I's intertwining bodies. I grabbed my phone, revealing that Rakim was trying to call me. I answered:

"Hello?" I asked, still in a sleepy tone.

"Wellllll, look at that, I'm talking with the man of Friday night." Rakim responded.

I laughed.

"Shut uppppp, I'll tell you about it later."

"I'm sure you will; where's you and Symere at?"

Symere wrapped his arms around my waist, clinging to me, "Uhhhhh, we're still at this guy's house."

Rakim responded with silence, and then, "Ok, I thought so; we on our way, pretty boy."

"What do you mean w-" I was cut off by Rakim hanging up.

"Who was that?" Symere asked, still attaching body to mine.

"Rakim," I answered, sitting up and breaking free from Symere, "he's coming to pick us up with someone else who's identity wasn't specified."

I squeezed into my tight jeans I'd worn last night, looking for my black jacket, while Symere said, "It's literally gonna be one of three people: Amala, Sheyaa, or Miles; better yet, it's gonna be all of them, presumably in Amala's car due to the ASAP not really having the capacity for that load."

I nodded, agreeing.

"Symere, I don't care who's coming, you gotta put on some clothes; what's under there belongs to me and only me." I instructed him.

"Is that so?" he questioned.

I nodded my head, keeping a stern look into his eyes as he sat next to me. All of a sudden, his hand quickly reached towards my manhood, and grabbed it squeezing it tightly. Symere's iron grip made me tremble and moan underneath his small and insignificant looking hands.