“It was her chaos that made her beautiful. ” ― Atticus

Honey

I was back home stretched out on my bed in a green silk nightgown, hair and face freshly washed. I dipped another double stuffed Oreo in my milk as I watched The Originals on my flat screen television my cat was on the floor by my bed drinking her bowl of milk as well I laughed when she looked up me with milk covering her chin ,I sighed as thoughts of earlier tonight came to me the night had been surprisingly more pleasant than it usually was it was more.. fun and even a little entertaining and arousing. Ugh, I sat up. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him ever since he stepped into my shop like clock work he would cross my mind in some way, shape, or form. Even now I was wondering what he was doing even though the end of our encounter earlier tonight had left a bad taste in my mouth a part of me was offended he had thought I was that type of person. Another part wondered if I had jumped the gun he had sounded offended, so maybe he also wasn’t the type of person who would do such a thing as well. I glanced at my phone on my bed after a moment I grabbed it fuck it I texted Allister asking for Avion’s number he texted his number right back with a smiling emoji I typed Avion’s number in, after a quick pep talk to myself I sent my message. I tossed my phone onto the bed, got up, and walked over to the settee by my window. I opened my window wide, grabbed a rolled blunt from the ashtray, lit it, and let my mind wander.

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