Don't Be A Ghost Reader
Chicago, IL
Yanna
I woke up , looked around and realized i was still in keontae's room, but he wasn't here with me. He must've left in the middle of the night.
I shook my head looking down at my overnight clothes
Feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity, I decide to explore Keontae's room to find any clues about his sudden departure. As I glance around, I notice a new notification on my phone from javo and kee
I open kee's text telling me he was out and should be back in some hours , but that was about 10 hours ago , it's 3pm now.
I decided not to stress too much about it , I assume he would be home soon.
Leaving me here is crazy , knowing i had no way of transportation , he so inconsiderate sometimes.
I left the bed looking around the room, as long as i'm here i might as-well shower and make me some food.
I search through his drawer to find a oversized tee for me
Startled, I freeze for a moment as my hand brushes against something cold and metallic. Pulling it out, my eyes widen at the sight of a gun in Keontae's drawer, wondering why he would keep something like this in his room.
I carefully set it down on the top of his dresser , deciding to ask about it later. Makes me wonder how many guns he really has.
Accepting the limited wardrobe options, I grab the oversized tee and a pair of Keontae's Ethikas for some bottoms. It's not the most conventional outfit, but it'll do for now.
Roaming through Keontae's house, I locate the bathroom, noticing the people from the other night are nowhere to be seen. Slipping into the shower, I let the warm water ease the confusion.
Slipping into Keontae's shirt, I quickly realize it's smaller than expected, revealing more than I bargained for. The borrowed Ethikas serving as bottoms only add to the unintentional exposure. l chuckled and shook my head, I adjust the outfit, deciding to roll with it until I figure out the next move
Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I grab some snacks, amused by the realization that Keontae and I share the same taste. Chuckling, I tease, "On what? Keontae wants to be me so bad," i said returning to his room, settling on his bed to watch a TV show and enjoy the borrowed snacks.
suddenly the distant sound of someone pulling up into the driveway grabs my attention. I hear the front door open, and their footsteps gradually approach, making their way upstairs and closer to the room. The anticipation builds, wondering about their reaction to finding me in this space.
The door creaks open, revealing Keontae with red, low eyes. I glance at my phone, confirming it's 7 pm. The air hangs with a mix of surprise and unspoken questions as we lock eyes, both processing the unexpected encounter.
Keontae scans me from head to toe, his eyes revealing a slight interest in the fact that i'm in his clothes and he can see my bare legs.
He closes the door behind him, and in that moment I wondered who was going to break the silence first.
"My bad for being gone so long; had some shit to handle," Keontae says but when he says this he refuses to look at me
I can't help but wonder what Keontae was really doing this whole time "you high?" I asked to which he responds, "You know it." smiling as he climbs into the bed next to me
He turns over, his low red eyes look at mine and he says, "You look good in my shit, and you got my Ethikas on shit crazyy," licking his lips.
for whatever reason he just so much finer when he high.
Feeling a bit shy, I glance away from Keontae, turning my attention back to the TV, even though my show has already ended.
he grabs my chin forcing me to look at him "ain't nothing even on." I watch as his low eyes travels from my face and down to my pussy print in his ethikas
I swear this boy don't give a damn in the world that i see him looking all at my shit , i roll my eyes and pull a cover over my legs "my eyes are up here."
he chuckles leaning back with two hands behind his head "fuck yo eyes i want that pussy."
NIGGA HUH.
I shot my head towards him but he was already looking at me as if he couldn't believe he said that either. "Hollon." he wipes down his face with one hand "i'm tweakin , my bad." he says turning back toward the now turned off tv
I decided to ignore it because maybe he was tweaking , ion think he meant it
Finally breaking the silence, I gather the courage to ask, "So, where were you all this time?" Keontae's gaze shifts, and he hesitates before answering, "shit..." The vague response leaves me with more questions than answers.
A few moments pass before he speaks again "I went to visit my pops grave." he looks to the ceiling "9 years ago today he died , I was only 15"
Sensing the depth of Keontae's emotions, I respond with a softer tone, "Keontae. I'm sorry. If you need anything, I'm here." The awkward tension eases i watch as his chest goes up and down
Keontae's eyes soften as he acknowledges, "I know. That's why I fuck with you, You care about other muh'fuckas more than yourself. That shit rare." his red eyes meet mine "You sat there trying to convince me to forgive javo because he was hurting but that whole time i was thinking about you and how you was hurting too." he continued
Keontae reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face as he asks, "Why did you act on his feelings instead of your own?" His question hangs in the air, prompting me to reflect on my choices.
I meet Keontae's gaze, admitting, "I don't know. I just wanted him to be okay. his feelings matter more to me."
Keontae continues, his voice carrying a mix of concern and sincerity, "And I want you to be okay too. It's not just about everybody else take care of yourself. if you can't , i will."
I look down at my hands , playing with them, i wasn't sure if he meant what he said or he was just high
either way i loved hearing him say it
he smiles at me , his smile..
"i notice you do that shit when you nervous or don't know what to say." he chuckles and points to my hands
"how about you mind your business." i say rolling my eyes Keontae smirks, countering with, "What if I want you to be my business?" His words hang in the air, teasing and intriguing all at once.
Considering Keontae's current state, I reflect on his words and finally ask, "What do you mean?" There's a mix of curiosity and caution in my tone, as I navigate the conversation with awareness of the influence of his altered state of mind.
"Let me show you" he says, and before I can fully comprehend, his lips meet mine in a sudden kiss. The unexpected moment leaves a swirl of emotions as I navigate the complexity of our connection.
Caught up in the moment, I start kissing back, feeling butterflies flow through my stomach as he leans up and let's his hands find their way to my hips intensifying the kiss
Suddenly , he picks me up placing me on his lap facing him. His lips depart mine to connect to my neck leaving kisses while his hands squeeze my ass
We stop, our eyes meeting, both of us realizing the unexpected intimacy of the moment. A smile plays on our lips as I lean into his neck resting my head on his shoulder. i close my eyes as he rubs circles on my back.