#singekingdom

good morning 🌞

yes i just woke up, no i don’t know why I’m grabbing my balls, yes im releasing a new video, yes that why im attempting to trap BUT low key feel like shit from the red rooster and chocolate i was eating all night 🤣

and i stay with the smoke so you can tell them little boys to go home. 😈

📸 - @/rome_obi

Will’s POV

Julian walks in on me staring blankly at my launchpad.

“I haven’t heard any music, boss. What’s disturbing your creative flow?”

I sigh, bringing my hand around the the back of my neck and rubbing out some imaginary kink. “My mind’s not with it. My thoughts are everywhere but with my music. I’m...”

“Distracted”, Julian says. I look at him. “You’re thinking about her aren’t you?”

“Yeah, man. Is that a problem?” I find myself feeling defensive suddenly, almost like Julian’s comment is accusatory.

“It’s been a week since you saw her and you only just met her. Now, she’s got you all in your head. Why don’t you just use that?”

“It’s not that. I mean, maybe the vibe with her was so easy and that’s why I’m caught up in it. I...I just think maybe I fucked it up. It doesn’t matter though since I’m never seeing her again.”

“Fucked it up how?”

“After I walked her back to her place I leaned in and I kissed her on the damn cheek. Like, I was her brother or something. But then I’m wondering if I’m overthinking it. She may not have even wanted me to kiss her when I left.” I rest my head heavy in my hand.

Julian says, “If you want to see her again, I can make it happen. Everything is always going down in New York. I’ll set up some more interviews or work for you and then you can visit your girl at the same time. Just say the word”

“She’s not my girl.” I chuckle pathetically.

“Not yet, boss.”

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Your POV

I’m in the middle of some artistic release in the studio when my phone starts ringing. Typically I would let it go to voicemail but my hands are numb from carving linoleum for the past six hours straight; I can afford a break. I flip over my phone so the screen faces up. My breath catches in my throat. It rings twice more before I decide to answer it.

“Hey.” I’m praying I don’t sound strangled over the phone.

“Hey.” Will’s voice says back to me. I feel my heart jump a little bit and roll my eyes at myself.

“How are you?” I attempt at light conversation and feel the awkwardness crawling over my skin. Will ignores my question.

“I was thinking about that art musem date we talked about.”

“Date?” I am suddenly conscious about how my voice sounds over the phone. What level of enthusiasm is appropriate here?

“If you want it to be because I know I do.” His voice is low, cautious. I’m shocked by his directness. He senses my hesitation and continues. “I’m coming back to New York next week.”

“For a few days or...like, an extended duration?”

“Depends” he says.

“Depends on what?” I respond, challenging him.

“You.”

I smile shamelessly into my side of the phone. “Well then I guess I’ll be dragging you to an art museum next week”.

“There’s no need for dragging. I will go with you willingly.”

In my excitement, I say ‘bye’ and end the conversation without asking any follow up questions about when he’s coming and for how long. I sit staring at a heap of shredded linoleum, my face accompanied by a goofy grin. I replay the brief phone conversation, him adamant that this would be a date, his visit back to New York dependent on me. After processing, I call Mae on the phone.

“Yes?” she answers.

“Will called.”

She pauses. “You threw it back and the boy is already in love. What did he say?” I can hear urgency in her voice. I’ve captured her interest.

“He’s coming back to New York.”

“To visit you!?”

“Kind of.”

“You know what you should do?” she asks me.

“What?”

“Fuck him.”

I choke. “I do not achieve the same levels of wildness that you do.”

“But if you get the chance--”

“WE’LL SEE,” I interrupt her.

“You’re right. Date first. But take advantage of the fact that Gemma is visiting her parents soon for like three days and you’ll have an empty apartment to yourself. Or yourself and a plus one.”