A place to escape my deluded reality || I have all these revelations as I'm writing. Each piece is like a chapter of my diary.
Delusion: [noun.] The state of being deluded.
Deluded: [verb.] To mislead the mind or judgment of; Deceive.
Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities...
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Thunder Buddies | A Dave East & Sevyn Streeter Short
Falon’s eyes refused to close as she constantly tossed and turned in an attempt to get comfortable. Maybe it was because the bed she was in was unfamiliar to her or it could have been the rain beating against the window that wouldn’t allow her mind to shut down. Whatever it was she hoped Lauren was caught in this nasty storm as retribution for not showing up when Falon needed her. Okay she didn’t but she was really upset she had to go through everything she did tonight, even if it did result in some bomb ass pictures of fine ass Dave. Thunder and lightning cracked in the sky and Falon let out a scream, nearly falling out of the bed. Even at her age she didn’t fuck with thunderstorms. It brought up bad memories and put her in a messed up head space. Throwing the covers off her body she sat up trying to keep herself calm, but it felt like no use as her breathing grew heavier and her mind went into overdrive with memories she rather not revisit.
She shook her head hoping it would stop the memories that seemed to be on a loop, but it was no use. Instead a batch of fresh salty tears trickled down her face. Caught in the throws of her panic attack she hadn’t even heard the knock on the door. It wasn’t until Dave was kneeling down in front of her enveloping her in his warmth that she began to comprehend what was happening.
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Angry wasn’t the word. Falon was livid, but that was more so due to the fact her day was shitty and now to top it off she was locked out of her apartment. How she had managed to misplace her keys was beyond her because she definitely had them when she had left the apartment this morning. Of course, her good for nothing roommate wasn’t home and didn’t care to answer her phone or respond back to any of her text messages that her iPhone marked as delivered. The cheery on top of the cake, she had to use the bathroom. Hearing footsteps she looked up from her spot on the floor. It wasn’t her roommate, but her next door neighbor. They only knew each other in passing, occasionally throwing a smile each others way along with some general pleasantries, but that was the extent of their relationship. That was gonna change today all in the name of Falon not peeing on herself.
“Can I use your bathroom? I’m locked out and I don’t -”
“Yeah, ma.”
“It’s Falon,” she said correcting him.
These NY dudes and their slang. The term ma irked her soul because for one she was no one’s mother. Try explaining that to them and they’d fill your head with lies about how it was a term of endearment. Silly niggas.
Rising from her spot on the floor he opened the door with Falon behind him. Her eyes took in his apartment, immediately noting the different layout his held. She was kinda jealous. His apartment was much nicer and no doubt his rent showed that.
“Bathroom’s right there.” He said pointing her in the direction.
I know I was supposed to post but work has been extremely busy over the last two days with everyone panic buying at the last minute, due to Rona (who by the way is ruining everything). I’ll post the short most likely tomorrow cause I don’t even think anyone is up or online.
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Buy A Heart is really my baby. I love this story. It’s different from FLH and I think that’s why I truly love about it. Trinity and Owen are built from scratch and they have one hell of a story for you guys.
I said I would bring it back and I did. Chapter 4 was psoted and you can currently find on Wattpad in the link below.
I know when I asked about bringing it back I have a few interested people. Tumblr has been pretty dead as of late, but I supposed I’ll still ask. Do you guys want me to post here as well?
Her green eyes glanced down at the current source of her frustration, her iPhone. It was like staring down at the device would will him to respond to her plea of desperation. Instead it just said delivered. Maybe this was a sign that she should let go. After all, it’d been too many missed opportunities to talk. The constant games of phone tag. It was wearing on her because she missed the fuck outta him, plain and simple. All she wanted to do was bask in his presence but she couldn’t. Instead she caught glimpses of the happening of his life through the KINGdom Come hashtag on Instagram.
The tour looked amazing and she could tell a lot of thought went into it with all the small details. She wished she could have been present night after night to see what was happening, but after the whole fiasco of thinking they were pregnant and then it turned out to be negative Ryan thought it’d be best for them to have some space. Clearly Vander was doing it right, throwing himself into work along with the newest flavor of the month, Camilla DiBello better known as his opening act. It irked Ryan to no end because while everyone else was praising the girl for her sound and dance moves Ryan could only see the fact that she seemed like the ultimate groupie. There was no doubt in her mind that little girl would use this tour to develop a relationship with Vander, and it wouldn’t be the professional kind.
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Her green eyes glanced down at the current source of her frustration, her iPhone. It was like staring down at the device would will him to respond to her plea of desperation. Instead it just said delivered. Maybe this was a sign that she should let go. After all, it’d been too many missed opportunities to talk. The constant games of phone tag. It was wearing on her because she missed the fuck outta him, plain and simple. All she wanted to do was bask in his presence but she couldn’t. Instead she caught glimpses of the happening of his life through the KINGdom Come hashtag on Instagram.
The tour looked amazing and she could tell a lot of thought went into it with all the small details. She wished she could have been present night after night to see what was happening, but after the whole fiasco of thinking they were pregnant and then it turned out to be negative Ryan thought it’d be best for them to have some space. Clearly Vander was doing it right, throwing himself into work along with the newest flavor of the month, Camilla DiBello better known as his opening act. It irked Ryan to no end because while everyone else was praising the girl for her sound and dance moves Ryan could only see the fact that she seemed like the ultimate groupie. There was no doubt in her mind that little girl would use this tour to develop a relationship with Vander, and it wouldn’t be the professional kind.
A huff escaped her lips as she threw her phone down. Fuck this sitting around being miserable shit. She was going to go out and have good time because damnit she deserved it. Walking over to the closet her eyes scoured the small space until she found exactly what she was looking for. She smiled as she held the see through dress up to her body. The same dress Evander had gifted her with that she swore she would wear just so he could take it off. Maybe another lucky guy would get the opportunity tonight and with that idea in mind, Ryan made sure to put her best effort into getting ready.
Heads turned as she made her way through the throng of bodies in the club. The DJ was playing the perfect music for her to find someone to grind up on. All she needed was a drink. Finding the bar, she ordered her signature cocktail, a Manhattan. While waiting she scoured her Instagram. The mini photoshoot she posted with the help of her Apple Watch -a birthday gift courtesy of Raven- was gaining traction, but the man of the hour still hadn’t liked it, not that necessarily expected him to. It was more likely he’d fly and snatch her ass up letting her know she was playing a very dangerous game. She locked the device as her drink was placed in front of her.
She took a much-needed sip of her Manhattan as she posted up at the bar. Eyes ran over her body from jealous women, and lustful men but she ignored it all as she finished one drink and downed another. With her third drink in hand, she made her way to the dance floor. Her hips moved in rhythm with the music before someone joined her. They may as well been fucking the way his hands roamed her bare body considering her bare breast and underwear were visible form the see through material of the dress. Several songs later she removed herself from the stranger or at least she tried to. He pulled her body into his whispering sweet nothings as he caressed her side. She giggled as her eyes scanned the club. Her lips fell into a scowl as she spotted the familiar blonde with her entourage. Maybe her name did have some bearing if she managed to make it into VIP without Evander Lynch nearby.
Excusing herself from the gentleman, who thought he had a chance, she strutted across the room making her way to the VIP area that was sectioned off. The blonde noticed her, causing a smirk to cross her lips as she made her way to the bouncer, making sure to keep the separation between the two.
“Look what the cat dragged in?” The voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and Ryan had to bite her tongue to not retort.
“Listen, we need to talk.”
“We,” the blonde said pointing her perfectly manicured finger between the duo “Don’t need to do shit.”
Ryan chuckled. “But I think we do. I promise I’ll even share some tips so you can keep our man next time.”
A smirk sat on her face as Vanessa glared at her.
“You come over here dressed like the whore you are trying to be cute. Bitch get lost.” Vanessa said, eyeing Ryan’s body with disgust.
“Aww.” Ryan cooed. “Admit that it bothers the fuck outta you no matter how many times you hop on and off the surgery table you can never look like this! Titties that actually stand up and not because they’re filled with implants. Can’t forget the natural ass that I can move and our man loves. I mean Vander picked this one out himself.” Ryan spoke rubbing her hands down her sides for emphasis. “Oh, and do me a favor please remember where those bitches got you last time.” Ryan warned.
“Yeah, he loves you so much that’s why your ass is standing here, outside my VIP section seeking attention. I already told you, you’re a nobody.”
“And somehow I’ve still managed to get your attention.”
“Keep her away from me.” Vanessa spoke to the bouncer, ready to dismiss Ryan and enjoy the rest of her night.
“I just wanna talk.” Ryan spazzed, making Vanessa raise her arched brows, before shaking her head and walking off.
Ryan huffed, turning around storming off to the bar where she finished her last Manhattan. There was no doubt about it she was buzzed and even though Vanessa hadn’t originally been a part of the plan she was mad the girl was icing her because the blonde was probably the only person who could relate to her at the moment.
Just as she got ready to close her tab at the bar a body pressed behind her but there was no hint of familiarity, causing her to whip her head around to find the man from earlier.
“So you just left me back there earlier.”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go home.”
“Without me?” He asked and Ryan fought the urge to roll her eyes. Tired ass line from the the guy who couldn’t take the hint. Placing her hands on his chest she tried to create some space between their bodies but he wouldn’t let up. Instead he placed his lips by her ears.
“You know ma, those titties look amazing I’d love to show you what I can do with them.”
She got ready to tell him off, where exactly he could fuck off at but another voice chimed in.
“Hey. back off perv.” There was blondie scooping in and saving the day. She pushed her way through forcing him to back up from Ryan’s personal space.
“I’ve been looking for you. Let’s go.” She took Ryan’s hand and brought her back to VIP this time granting her access as the bouncer let them through.
Ryan took a seat and looked to Vanessa. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” The blonde said flipping her tresses and Ryan wasn’t able to decipher if she really meant it.
“I miss him.” Ryan blurted.
Vanessa look at Ryan before her phone made its way in front of them with the flash as Vanessa guided the device showing off their outfits.
“Two bad bitches.” Vanessa screamed into the phone as Ryan began dancing to the music causing Vanessa to let out an ‘ayeee’ as she tapped Ryan’s ass. She posted the video to her Instagram before turning to Ryan.
“You’re a bad bitch you better not be worried about Vander’s ass.”
“No ones worried about him.” Ryan slurred. “I could have any guy in here but my stupid ass want him.”
Vanessa laughed loudly causing Ryan’s to screw up her face in confusion.
“It’s not funny. We almost had a baby and now look at us.” Vanessa expression grew stoic before she straightened up. She turned to one of her minions and whispered something before turning back to Ryan.
“You didn’t come here to be a sad betty. I’ll send your ass back to the bar.”
“No!” Ryan spoke. “I need your help. Didn’t you miss him? How do I get over him? I just wanna get him off my mind.”
In her drunken state Ryan didn’t even realize one of Vanessa’s minions recording in the background. Instead she running her mouth to the enemy in hope of finding common ground.
“You know how Vander is. All he does is play with people emotions. Your time is done. Time to build a bridge and get over it.”
“Why are you lying on him? He cares about me.” The sentence probably didn’t even sound coherent in her drunken and now angered state. “You play with peoples emotions, that’s why you won’t help me. You want me to be sad when all I wanna do is be happy. I just wanna be his friend.”
“Get up.” Vanessa spoke as she pulled Ryan from her seat. She squeezed Ryans face. “Get your shit together. No more Vander talk. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name. We get over him, by drinking so throw this shit back. She said handing her a shot.
The thing is that love gives us a ringside seat on somebody else’s flaws, so of course you’re gonna spot some things that kinda need to be mentioned. But often the romantic view is to say, ‘If you loved me, you wouldn’t criticize me.’ Actually, true love is often about trying to teach someone how to be the best version of themselves.
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