- cinira 'nyiah' brooks pov // (22) - awful things
- july 11th 2022 | lil peep - white wine w/lil tracy
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9:04 am
do you wanna meet up today?
10:56 am
yeah, sure :)
by the way, sorry for the late reply,
i just finished a physical therapy session.
why r u in a physical
therapy seshin ??
because something happened to
my hand and now some of my fingers
don't work properly.
oh
seen at 11:33 am
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it took a long time to walk to aaliyah house. and before any dirty hoe say shit about me walkin' i'm just gon' own the fact i walked 'cause, yeah, i walked. and that's only cause daddy ass wasn't at home to take me, and mom don't even want me around the girl so there was no way she was gon' be the one to take me.
the sun setting by the time i start walking up the strops that lead to the inside of aaliyah house.
dove orchid said aaliyah the type of girl who likes 'effort' put into they appearance. now i ain't too sure on how she know that but i made sure to listen to her.
it's why i made sure to dress nice ass hell before i left my house.
i think i look good. or probably just.. good-ish. i had found a pair of pants in the back of my closet and made sure to iron them to have them lookin' all nice and stuff.
i stole one of aniyah shirts, too; but that's only 'cause she be finding sum on the best clothes. she still irritating as fuck though.
me, though? my skin look a lil clear today. i cheese and watch myself do the same. my teeth look okay, too.
they not the best teeth though. i'd like if they looked better.
after some time, staring at my reflection in the glass sitting ontop of aaliyah's front door get a lil boring, so that's when i decide i just need to knock on the door.
ain't shit to be scared of. i ain't never been scared. i'm just a lil off 'cause.. cause, it's a possibility aaliyah ain't gon' like my pants.
like, this my favorite pair. it would be weird as hell of her. 'like, real fuckin' weird.' i think to myself as i knock.
cicadas make loud ass noises in the distance as i stand there for a whole minute, waiting for somebody to answer.
the door swings open from the other side and when aaliyah makes eye contact with me, she smiles a small smile. "hi,"
i smile. "hi," wait. what i say 'hi' for?
i don't say that shit.
"um, y'know, i was actually just about to text you.." she starts, tucking a piece of her hair out of her face in the process. "i'm not in the mood for takeout so i was gonna drive to the grocery store so i could get something to cook. but now that you're here.. do you want to come with me?"
