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PRETTY LITTLE FEARS - 6LACK X J.COLE
For your vibe and your smile I don't mind a lil' rain
I guess the light I see in you is what you see in me
| zaiyre 'merkz' thiago charleston |
somewhere in south London
20 years old
| (n e x t) t h u r s d a y |
11 pm, THE EARTH'S BLANKET WAS NOW A DARK BLUE, IT COULD ALMOST BE MISTAKEN FOR THE SHADE BLACK IF LOOKED AT WITH A QUICK GLANCE, THE BALLS OF LIGHT TWINKLED IN THE NIGHT SKY, ACCOMPANIED BY THE MOON. The moon left a gleam in 'Merkz's' eyes, as his green orbs lingered up into the atmosphere devoid of any emotion, he sat in his range reclined in the drivers seat, counting stars, looking at constellations.
Burner in hand waiting on his right hand.
In the crisp, merciless, unforgiving air Merkz spotted a blurry distinctive figure, going directly to his blacked out vehicle. Reaching into the backseat of his car the trench coat figure climbed in and was ready to answer all of Merkz's questions.
"What you saying g?" he says quickly, trying to recover his breath after the harshness of the night air
"living, you?" Merkz said nonchalantly
"samo, samo" he said looking around, trying to keep an eye on his surroundings
"You got it?" Merkz asked in a factual tone, rather than a question
Trench coat took out the package from an inside pocket and gave it to him lowly, they never knew who could be watching.
"hold it MZ"
Zaiyre nodded, turned around and faced the front of his car again waiting for his friend of 7 years Kiaré(Kee-yar-ay) to leave, it was funny how distant they had gotten, he still had love for him and vice versa but the road had changed them internally. He knew for sure things would never be the same again; images you cannot un-see, feelings you can't take away and damage unfixable.
Relatively near to where Merkz's car was situated, occupied a pretty brownskin girl, sitting at a step naively looking at her phone like she wasnt in the depths of south, where hood niggas reaped at night. On closer inspection she looked familar.
Instinctively, Merkz whipped out his phone and pressed on 'Zay(homebody)💕' he watched the girl outside as she looked down on her phone clearly debating whether to answer or not. Azaria let it ring for two more and then decided to pick up, her voice wavered at the beginning but then stayed steady. He couldn't stop himself from feeling uneasy for some strange, unapparent reason.
"..h-hey. whats up"
"not much still, what you doing"
"..nothing important"
"where you, you sound like your outside"
"..i'm calm"
"you didn't answer my question"
"..huh"
"where are you right now?"
"..in lambeth"
"rah, fix up. what you doing in Lamz at these times"
"..I had to sort something"
"oh okay then. turn to your left"
"..left, what are you on abo--"
call ended.
Her saw her petite, slim but hourglass body shuffle towards his car quickly looking down, hastily moving her hands in front of her face to tuck hair that was falling down. Her breath was shaky, as well as she tried to hide it. She placed her bags inside the car, "how long have you been here?" she says looking around avoiding him.
"Not too long to be honest, you? Just had to collect something." He says, staring at her face he cant help but admire her beauty.
Her hair was now bone straight in a loose ponytail and held an illuminating shine. Her smooth chocolate skin glowed, her long ocean blue acrylic nails tap nervously on the screen of her X, matching with the rhythm of her feet
"look at me" he says releasing a sigh he was unaware of holding
"i am --"
"Look. at me" he says in a more commanding tone, she reluctantly meets his penetrating trace and then heavily looks down, it was too late though, Zaiyre had already seen the light bruises. She was scaring him as weird as it sounds. He was so used to her usual self and he didn't really know what to offer in this situation,
a resolution to her dilemma.
"Azaria, talk to me."
"Please Zay"
The silence was almost deafening, and the hug that followed directly after was unexpected.
"can you take me home please, my ubers running late.'
"fuck dat" he said.
He drove to a clothing store and came out with bags, and then went to boots and came out with things from there, he then drove to his house. Azaria was too absorbed in her own feelings and emotions to know what was going on. Upon arriving at his nice maisonette, she picked up her bags he picked up the bags and went inside. It was pristine, with only a jacket flung over the black sofa, it was absolutely astonishing.
"its nice' Azaria said looking around
"appreciated, hungry?" he asked her going into his bedroom to do something. She stood up awkwardly until zaiyre back came in and laughed, "why you still standing up? make your self comfortable." He threw her the smart tv remote and she swiftly caught it.
I dont have any of my clithes or anything she said turning to him, "minor, i got it sorted" he simply stated. "I went 1, 2 places and got you some hygeine stuff and clothes. I forget to get you sleep wear tho. So you can just wear something of mine."
"Thanks, a lot" she expressed again
"Like i said minor"
They ordered some chinese and chilled out. Azaria sorted the plates out and dished most of it out, leaving a good amount to left overs. She was so grateful for the late closing shop, they came through and delivered! It was by far the best chinese she'd had.
After eating she had a shower and changed into one of his big shirts and grey sweats. Tied her hair into a low bun and asked to borrow a durag. Merks did the same, he had some grey shorts, with polo breifs, no top and a black durag. Showcasing his nice build and his tattoos.
Admittedly, she looked good in his clothes, it was also due to her effortlessness, doing so little seemed so much and she carried herself in a way which was admirable and graceful. From her mannerisms, to her politeness and her ability to speak standard english. It made him cringe a bit when girls were talking like mandem, it was a bit unattractive.
"Merkz?"
"Yeah"
"Whens your birthday?"
"October 27th"
"When's yours?" His green eyes penetrated into her light brown ones
"March 6th"
"Whats your ethnicity, if you dont mind"
"White, Jamaican and Haitian. You?"
"Guyanese and Jamaican "
"Your a coolie?"
"Half yeah"
"Yuno what, i do see it in you still. You have that west indian / indian tone yuna"
"Really? I always thought it wasn't noticeable," saying it more to herself than him.
"Can we play 21 questions"
"Yeah, you first tho "
"Okay" she sat moving so she was directly facing him
"1. Do you have any siblings?"she asked
" yeah, 4 still. " he told her
"Okay, your go" she said
"Do you have siblings"
"3" she replied
"Question 3, who do u thinks worse, men or women" she asked
"Rahh, is that how your moving. No warning yeah?" He said smiling
"Yeah" she said smiling, "so... which one?"
" Well, in the past i wouldve said men but nowadays id say women can be some evil creatures. Like on a g ting, women are moving more reckless and most of them want to be a badderz. So, id say both."
They continued on and found out a lot more about each other. They were at a comfortable stage in theur friendship now, to where it felt like they'd known each other for a couple of years. It was around half 2 nearing 3 am when they went to sleep. She slept in his neutral coloured spare room and him into his grey and blue bedroom.
They both moved restlessly in their versace sheets, until they were trapped in a deep slumber.
He didnt have no tears that night, for he'd had no nightmares; but the PTSD she experienced in her slumber always met with her; no sooner than sleep had stolen her.
Suffering from their own pretty little fears.
So close yet so far away; both ignorantly unknown to each others pain
Baby boy your broken; she can mend you
Baby girl your broken; can he mend you?
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