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Jahseh is gonna kill me if he finds out I still have a bag still with me all these months. ESPECIALLY if I basically sold it to someone, and that SOMEONE is Miles.

I don't even think Miles did drugs like that before everything. He might've but Jahseh never really mentioned it so I reckon he never has done drugs. Oh, I'm stupid for giving him it. He could overdose- He COULD overdose! I don't deserve my abilities.

"Kim!" I heard Jahseh call from the other room. It made me jump.

"Oh-um.. yeah, Jah?" I called back, coming to my door way.

"You've been in the house all day, why don't you ask Jared out?" He asks me.

I don't know where Jared's sad ass is.

"I don't know..why?" I said.

He gave me a confused look, "Do you even know what today is?"

"December 2nd?." I said, confused.

Jahseh scoffed, "You're a terrible boyfriend." He walked into his room. I followed him.

"Wait. How am I a terrible boyfriend?" I asked.

"How? Today is your boyfriends birthday and you're over here like DeCeMbEr 2Nd." He says.

Oh shit.

"I didn't even know." I said facepalming.

"You guys known each other for literally years! How did you not know." Jahseh says laughing.

"Fuck. I need to go." I said grabbing my phone and frantically looking for Jared's contact.

"You better hurry, we're all going out for his birthday. And get him a gift, I have his gift to Royce to give to him." Jahseh says.

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Yeah I am stupid for real because I don't know what you're talking about.

"Jared! How do you feel?"

"I feel like Jared." Jared responds.

"You're acting like a boring ass nigga, it's your birthday. Loosen up those titties of yours." I said, playfully reaching for him but he dodges.

"Hey!..I don't have titties." He says.

"You have been eating good, Jared. You have titties." I said.

"You getting old now, Jared." Symere says.

"Yeah man." Jordan adds, his head laying on Symere's lap. "Old ass nigga."

"I'm not even old.. are y'all just gonna give me a hard time?" Jared pleads.

"We have to. It's birthday protocol. Anyway, i got you a gift." Royce says.

"I hope it's not your shit martinis."

We all laugh as Royce rolls his eyes, handing Jared a box. It was a large square box, wonder what the fuck it is.

"The fuck is it?"

"Try opening it, it might answer your question." Symere answers.

We watch him open the box and Jared lets out a laugh.

"You got me a fucking pride flag?" Jared says holding up the flag.

"Not just any pride flag, it has you and Kim's name stitched on the back." Royce says.

Jared unfolds the flag, revealing: "Kim and Jare 4ever"

That is actually the cutest thing I ever seen.

"Royce you made that?" I asked.

"Hell nah." Royce laughs, "Jahseh did."

"He did?" Jared asks, surprised.

Royce nods, "He told me to give it to you because he would've forgotten.. speaking of gifts, where is Kim?"

"Oh.." Jared says putting the flag aside. "He forgot my birthday."

"Kim? Isn't he supposed to know beforehand? That nigga has powers." Dimitri says, popping out of nowhere.

I didn't even know that nigga was here

"I'm sorry, man." Dex says.

"No it's fine. Jahseh must've told him because he told me happy birthday." Jared explains.

"If Omar ever forgot my birthday, i'd castrate his dick." Gazzy says casually.

"I'm right fucking here." Omar says.

There's a knock at the door. It must be Jahseh and Kim. Before I could go open the door, it swings open. Kim, carries a fuck ton of stuffed animals and a bag of taco bell, then there's Jahseh. He just looks good for no reason all the time.

I greet Jahseh with a peck on the lips as Kim carries all the plushies over to Jared.

"I'm sorry I forgot your birthday. Happy birthday." Kim says, struggling to hold all the toys.

Jared awes, "It's okay. But you could've just put these all in a bag." Jared says as Kim drops all the plushies on him and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Aye everyone here, where Miles' troll face ass." Symere says.

Everyone goes silent, "I don't know.." Kim says.

"I haven't seen him in weeks." I said. I look over at Jahseh who just looks to his feet.

"I can.. go over to his house and invite him." Jahseh finally says.

"Aren't y'all like.. not friends." Gazzy asks.

"Well.. I wouldn't say not friends-"

"Enemies?" Dimitri says.

"No-"

"Frenemies?" Jordan says.

"No. No. Things are just a little bit complicated right now, it's all fine. I'll go over to his place and see whether he wants to join us or not. Simple." Jahseh says walking towards the door.

"You want me to come with you?" I spoke up.

"No, it's fine. Just tell me whenever you guys are ready to leave." Jahseh says, opening the door to leave.

Stoke's right. I haven't seen Miles in weeks. Not even weeks. Literal months. All because of all the other shit from before but i'm over it. That was like forever ago, i'm not even mad about it. I just honestly want my best friend back if it's still possible.

I miss working in the same place as him and him always calling me and asking whether if we're gonna get this bread or not.

I miss when he'd experiment with dumb shit, like the time he climbed a tree to touch a power line with a broom.

I miss the time where I was on probation and had an ankle bracelet, and Miles cut it off so we'd be able to go to a party.

I miss having someone to talk to about super personal things, like things I couldn't even talk to Stokeley about. Miles is the only person that I feel could understand, and he could.

I miss when every time he'd try a new braiding style with his bright red hair, he'd sent me a stupid ass picture and it'd literally brighten my day.

I miss when we were younger, and he bought me a new ball one time because these stupid kids took them. And we'd play basketball everyday after school and during the weekends.

I miss his stupid face, and his dumb hair, and how he'd say "Oh my good gotness." Mans was really annoying, irritating, and dumb all at the same time. But it defines him, and I like it. I wouldn't like a not annoying, irritating, and dumb Miles.

I just miss him that's it.

I make my way to Miles place. I need to make it quick because they might leave soon and i'm not trying to be here running.

I knock three times and wait.

No response.

This niggas car is here and everything. He's home. He might be sleeping.

I go to dial his number, but I remembered it's literally evening time. Miles does not sleep in the evening. Ever.

I knock a few more times and there's no response. Okay he might be sleeping, but I really do doubt he is.

He's probably just ignoring the door. He can ignore everyone else but he's not gonna ignore me.

I try the door handle and to my surprise, it's open. This guy needs to learn to lock his door, people could come in and kill him. Florida is fucking crazy.

I walk in and this place a fucking mess. Miles is usually clean, I don't know what this nigga's been doing. He needs to clean up. There's dirty dishes, couch pillows all over the floor, all that. I pick up some of the pillows and set them back on the couch,

"Aye, Miles. It's Jahseh. I just came to ask if you wanted to join us for Jared's birthday. We really.. want you there. And you need to clean up. This place is a fucking..shit hole. And lock your door next time, god forbid it wasn't me barging into your shit." I said loudly, loud enough I think he'd be able to hear and respond. But he didn't.

"Miles?" I said again.

This nigga must be deaf of something, because he didn't hear me assaulting the front door, giving him a whole lecture about how messy his place is.

All the doors from downstairs is closed, all the windows, everything. I walk into the kitchen, where there's a bunch of dirty dishes. I hate dirty dishes. I'd wash them if I wasn't in a rush.

Anyway, i'm not here to clean. I got to find Miles and tell ask him if he's down to come or not.

I run upstairs, it's dark as hell so I almost tripped. "Miles!" I shouted. I opened the door to the bathroom and switch on the lights. Nothing. I hear talking in the direction of his room.

"So this nigga is watching TV? or something?" I say to myself.

I turn to open his room door. It's dark and it's just the TV on. I turn the light on and see him laying on his bed, blankets covering his face, leaving his red braids peaking from the top.

I sigh and walk to turn off the TV, which is on the news channel.

"Nigga, your house is a fucking mess. Your door was open, I was calling you and looking for you. Not to mention it's been weeks to months since any of us have seen you. We worry you know? You can't just disappear like that." I said. He doesn't even move the slightest. He looks dead.

"Okay, I know we haven't been on the best of terms." I said, sitting on the edge of his bed, "But today is Jared's birthday and we want you come. I want you to come. Honestly I just want to spend time with you, you've distance yourself from everyone else and I feel bad, and we're all worried about you."

Okay, i've been rambling, how has this nigga not woken up or moved, not to mention.

I pat him, "Miles. Get up." I said. I start shaking him roughly.

"Nigga get up." I said pulling his covers from his body...