𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢

40

sergio
11|29
sunday

"what should i wear?" i asked janae while i searched through my closet. it seemed as if i had no clothes

"hopefully not the crocs," she chuckled as she played fortnite. apparently, i've created a fortnite fein and she won't get off

"well obviously not. maybe sum he bought for me."

i flipped through shirts and jeans to find something he bought me. i've been independent for years now, and most the stuff i had when he was more around don't fit me now.

"uh, just where jeans or something. like base an outfit on one of your shoes."

"well obviously. maybe my threes?"

"which ones?"

"um probably the ones u want."

"ok so like wear a flannel."

"man should i just wear my air forces?"

"i mean.. why not? you keep em clean right?"

"of course. whatchu think this is?"

"okay so where a black and white flannel, a white pro club, jeans and the forces."

"i have mad jackets, i can use those and another shoe."

"hmm. what show are you thinking?"

"um i have a lot. i wanna go with my red pro club zip up. it's cold anyways, and the insides are lined."

"with coke?"

"no dummy. with like fur. it's insulated."

"ooo look at you. ap lang students."

"of course mamas." i blew her a kiss before taking the jacket off of its hanger
"and what pants."

"wear your cargo sweats or something."

"and my red 3s. the fire red or the cardinal red?"

"why do you have both? that's a waste, they're basically the same shade."

"not really. it's bright red so ima go with the fire red. that's it?"

"yeah i guess so. i hope you have fun."

"hollup, don't end it yet. like, just wait."

"i mean, it doesn't matter to me i just didn't think you'd want me to be on the call while you changed"

"i could always just turn my camera off."

"oh my goshh! i didn't know that!" she said, faking shock, putting both her hands on each side of her mouth, forming a perfect o.

i know what that mouth can do

"shit, ian got nothing to hide."

"ugh, a males body. i don't wanna see that."

"i don't care." i took my wife beater on, just to flex all my tattoos. and to make her flustered, and act like she doesn't want to see it

i know she wasn't being forreal, cause if she was of course i would respect her space.

"what does that tattoo say? the one on your wrist?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from the screen, finally.
but maybe cause she was in queue.

i thought for a while. if i couldn't remember all the tattoos i've gotten, then i've gotten too much. "which wrist?"

"the right one."

"uhh, memento mori."

"what that mean?" she asked, looking away since her game started.