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𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗫𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀 | 𝗠𝗶𝗿

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚇 .

"Hurry yo ass up Mari, damn!" I held the door open as Mari walked in and flipped me off. "Keep playin with me and i'll cut that finger off. It's not like I haven't done it befo'." I shrugged and she turned around looking at me crazy. We walked down the hall into my bedroom. Even though I have two other bedrooms, I want her sleeping in here with me.

"Uh anywaysss. I'm gonna take a shower." She said and took her clothes from her duffle bag before walking into my bathroom I flopped down on my bed and started rolling up.

Truthfully, Ion even know why I invited Mari to stay over here tonight. I feel like she's gonna start getting clingy and i'm not really with that. But what I said was true, I do sleep better when she's around. And I can admit that she's not a boring person to be around. She has a big ass motor-mouth but she can still hold interesting conversations. Sometimes I just be zoning out and listening to her voice when she's ranting.

About 30 minutes later I heard the shower turn off as I sat on the edge of the bed taking pulls from my blunt. Mari walked out of the bathroom wearing some short Nike Pros and a white ribbed tank top.

I blew smoke out of my nose and watched her walked over to her duffle bag and bend over to put her clothes back in. Her skin looked silky and her ass sat up right in those tight Nike Pros that hugged her lower half perfectly. She needs to stop wearing those around me.

God gotta be punishing me for something.

She stood up and I looked away so she wouldn't notice me staring. She came and sat on the bed with her body facing me, one leg hanging off the bed and the other bent underneath her.

"So you gon' tell me why you wanted me to stay over here or nah. I could've stayed with Aijah." She looked at me while I blew smoke out of my mouth. I know she was confused as fuck. I act like I can't be around her yet jump at every opportunity to spend time with her. Shit, I would be confused too— I AM confused.

"Already told you that earlier." I shrugged, turning on my tv. She stared at me longer like she was trynna read me— the same shit I be doin' to her.

"Okayy." She dragged sarcastically, not buying my response,

"Nah, since we're askin' questions and shit.." I got up to get my controller and sat back in my spot. "You gon' tell me why you were so mad about me getting pussy earlier?"

She sucked her teeth, "Nigga I already told you why— it's simply the principal. I told you I needed you to do sum for me and you went and got pussy instead." She shrugged, reaching for her phone that she had put on the nightstand.

"Just making sure that's yo reason. 'Cause you don't have any other reason to be mad over me getting some pussy." I stated, adjusting myself at the edge of the bed with the blunt in my mouth.

"Obviously Samiron." She said matter-of-factly. I shrugged and turned to the tv with my back facing Mari while she propped herself up against my headboard.

"I have a question." She said.

"Waddup?"

"How many females you done ate out and acted like it never happened?" She asked. I paused my game and turned around to face her. She was staring at me blankly with her phone in her hand, waiting for a response.

I shook my head and leaned over to put the blunt out on the ashtray on the table next to her. "None." I replied truthfully.

"Oh so it was just me? Okay." She nodded and looked back down at her phone, making me sigh.

Ion even know what she wants me to say. Just like she can't forget me eating her out, I can't forget doing it or how good she tasted. But she's actin' like a relationship was gonna come out of it or something. Niggas was high and she looked good as fuck. Theres no reason to beat around the bush about it. Is it wrong for me to act like it never happened and lead her on? Probably. But it's better to avoid bringing it up completely than to bring it up and have shit be awkward between us. What we have going on right now is fine. Or at least that's what I feel.

"Whatchu wanted me to say about it Mari?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Acknowledge it instead of acting like it never happened." She shrugged, still looking down at her phone.

"My bad. Won't do it again." She nodded, not looking at me and I turned back around to face the tv.

A few minutes later I heard a FaceTime call connect behind me, but I didn't turn around.

"Hey Siahhh." She dragged and I rolled my eyes. She wants to be on the phone with a nigga in my house just to piss me off. They continued their li' conversation and I didn't pay 'em no mind. Even though I wanted to snatch that phone out of her hand and knock her upside the head with it. It's something about that Messiah nigga that I don't like.

About 15 minutes later I finally heard them say bye and end the call. I turned off the game and went to lay by Mari who was still sitting up against the headboard on her phone. As soon as I put my head on her shoulder she shrugged her shoulder and tried to move me off.

I sucked my teeth, "Whatchu doin'?"

"Who said I wanted yo big head ass to be layin' on me?" She retorted but I pulled her into my arms anyway. I laid down with my head propped up on a pillow. Her body tensed when I pulled her into me, but she relaxed once I draped my arm over her waist.

"Just chill shorty." I said into her ear. She sighed and laid her head on my chest and I kept my arm wrapped around her waist. Eventually I felt my eyes getting heavier.

6 years ago

"Hey momma." 17 year old Samiron walked into the hospital room with his older brother, Zion, following him.

"Hey my babies." His mother, Harmoni, said as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. Their mom greeted Zion before they both sat down on the chairs next to her bed.

"How you feel?" Samiron asked, looking at his mother who didn't look like herself.

She had lost so much weight in the last month. Every time he came to visit her she looked like she hadn't slept for days. Her condition worsened every time he saw her. He knew his mom was in pain, but she tried to hide it for him and his sibling's sake. Even on her hospital bed, his mother worried about everyone but herself.

"I'm feeling fine baby." His mother reassured, caressing his cheek. "How's school? How's basketball?"

"It's good momma, we haven't lost a single game." Samiron smiled thinking about his undefeated

varsity basketball team, which was the only thing pushing him to go to school everyday.

His mother smiled. "I'm so proud of you, I don't expect anything less 'Miron."

Samiron smiled but his smile dropped, remembering that his mother will probably never be able to watch him play as long as she's hooked up to these machines.

"But how are you forreal ma?" Samiron asked.

"I'm good." His mother gave him a fake reassuring smile.

"You'on gotta lie momma.." Zion finally said,

breaking his silence.

They both looked at their mom and she sighed. Samiron looked in between the two and could see the tears forming in his older brothers eyes. One thing about Zion is that he never cried in front of his siblings. With him being the oldest of the 4, he was always their example. He was their shoulder to cry on, never the crier.

"W-what's wrong momma.?" Samiron's voice cracked as he looked over at his older brother who was rubbing the tears out of his eyes.

Samiron's mother looked at her son with glossy eyes, "I.. don't have a lot of time left baby."

"Nah momma, whatchu mean?" Samiron's voice cracked as he got angry. "You-you told me you were gettin' better.."

"I'm so sorry baby boy. Please don't cry." His mother said, wiping the tears from his face. Zion wiped his face and walked out the room to compose himself before breaking down in front of them.

As the oldest sibling Zion would do anything to make his younger siblings feel better. So the fact that he couldn't do anything about their mom dying was killing him inside.

"Baby please listen to me. " His mom picked Samiron's chin up.

"You're gonna grow up to be a fine young man and I know you're gonna treat any woman that comes into your life well." Samiron nodded listening to his mother's words. "Any person would be lucky to have you in their life, you're a gift. Don't ever forget that. Don't let anyone take you for granted and don't let anyone step over you or question what you can or can't do." She wiped the tears that fell from his face.

"Don't ever forget about us momma." Samiron sniffed as the tears ran down his face.

"Y'all are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep— how could I ever forget you?" She smiled and rubbed her son's hand.

Samiron shook his hand and woke up, desperate to hold his mother's hand for the last time. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at Mari who slept soundly on his chest.

Samiron wasn't afraid of anyone or anything, his time in the streets taught him that. But if there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was love another woman. Samiron felt like loving another woman would replace the love that he had for his momma, and he didn't want that. So to avoid ever replacing the most important woman in his life, he simply chose to just not love any other woman— that was up until a few years ago.

He would avoid even becoming intimate with other women if it didn't have anything to do with strictly sex. It sounds wrong and kind of twisted, but his mother's death messed him up mentally.

Mari started to squirm around on hischest, slowly waking up. She had just woken up a few minutes prior because she felt Samiron's right hand trembling lightly.

"You good?" She sat up, looking at him.

"Yea, waddup?"

"Um nothing. Your hand was shaking a li' bit while you were sleeping, you ever realized you did that?" She asked, thinking it was a natural reflex that occurred when he was deep asleep.

Samiron nodded and leaned his head up against the headboard. "Yea, don't worry bout it." He sighed.

"It had sum to do with your dream, didn't it?" Mari told him and Mir shrugged. He wasn't used to people being able to relate to his trauma, so he never knew how to talk about it.

"Do you wanna talk 'bout it?" She asked. Samiron hesitated, but shook his head.

"Naw, i'm good shorty don't worry 'bout me." He put his arm behind his head and leaned back onto the pillow. Mari nodded and laid back down, rubbing circles on his chest lightly.

The gentleness of her hand put Samiron back to sleep in no more than 5 minutes. Mari could tell that his nightmares were constant, the type that would keep you up all night after you woke up from them. She sympathized with him, and wanted to be able to talk to him about their nightmares. But Mir was clearly an isolated person who didn't talk about his past or how we felt, and Mari wasn't gonna force him to start now.

She felt like he could only suppress his trauma for so long. Mari knew there were a lot of problems Samiron was facing internally that he was forcing himself not to deal with and she worried for him. Mari felt that if they tried, they could help each other live with their trauma; due to the similarity of their past. But with Mir shutting her out every chance he got, that wouldn't be possible.

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Poor Samiron 🥺

- 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 -