"hey" "What's up?". Conversations were short, he was just another guy. We had more then a few short conversations over the months and slowed after he asked for nudes like any typical boy would. One night he asked to talk on the phone, why not? We talked and talked, there was something about his little giggle laugh that was a nonchalant melody of some sort, only one of a kind. He was different. For sure, talks went on, things in common we found and music interest were borderline same too. We talked about drugs a lot, and it didn't really hit me when he said he was an addict. Who admits they're an addict and why? It can't be that bad.
A few days later he messages me "You up bb?". I guess you could say that changed everything. I realized he did want to talk and be friends, i'd had someone adorable to vent to at random hours without actually knowing him too personally and I was okay with that.
'boo' this 'babe' that. We've talked on the phone more then a few times and maybe things were different with us but I get used to it easy. Sometimes it's hard to keep a conversation cause he'd fall in and out of sleep and all I ever got was "Hey sorry you busy bb?" "Sorry late wyd bb" for a few days. One night late we were talking on the phone and got this crazy idea to hangout because we were talking about the future, I brought up that I could come give him a ride home because it was like 3 in the morning, and he was on his longboard. He said he was kind of messed up on drugs and was going home to get the money for some more. I said that's okay, and he said okay.
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AdventureSomeone in the streets turned into someone in her head. Who was he and why was he so important? Was he someone she should've let go or someone to keep and teach her a lesson? There's only one way to find out.
