Why is love this complicated
We should of been friends, we should of waited
But we can't go back on our past
Explain to me why we can't last
Is it too many scars to heal from
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"Move give me the basketball." I said and he kept holding it up higher since he was taller than me.
This morning I asked him to take me to my house so I can change, he gave this big ass shirt to sleep in but I was still cute. And no we ain't do nothing, that's not how I move.
"Short ass, grab it." He smirked. He was wearing joggers with a wife beater on. I wasn't staring at it, it was staring at me.
"I'm not finna play with you." I rolled my eyes and he gave me the ball.
"If you make this shot I'll take you wherever you wanna go." He said.
"Skyview." I said. Our mothers took us when we was younger and it fun.
"You a kid, but Ight." He said and stepped back before making the ball go up and jumped upped cause I got excited.
"Don't ever doubt me." I bucked at him.
"When I doubt you?" He laughed and I got FaceTime call from Serayah.
"Hold on." I said.
"Mommy." Serayah cheesed.
"Hey baby." I said. "What you doing?" I asked and Major got a call as well.
"Daddy took me to the park and I played on the swings. This boy kept picking his boogers, he nasty." She said and I scrunched my face up.
