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King of Hearts Pt. I


Sun rays touched down to bake Michael's brown skin a nice caramel brown as he got out of his car and walked up to the stairwell. The smell of the hot asphalt mingled with a sweet taste of hickory barbecue within his nose.  He looked back to lock his car and saw neighborhood kids playing with their water guns. He smiled at them because he knew that was the simple days and began up the stairs. He made his work up to Apt. 14C when he got to the door he raised his hand. He checked to see if his breath was bad and popped up in a stick of Winterfresh. 

He knocked on the door, his heart raced as he awaited the door to open, and he felt the hairs on his neck rise as the door slowly. Sweat trickled down on his face as the moment the door inched open. A smile crept on his face as his heart stopped. His eyes adhered to a pair of smoky green eyes staring back at him. 

"So are you going to come in and just stand there looking stupid Mikey" Michael was questioned. 

"I am coming…in" Michael smiled and walked into the apartment. They sat down into the living room, Michael sat down on the white couch with nice trimming of gold as the guy went into the kitchen. 

"So Tristan what's on your mind?" Michael asked as he looked over his shoulder into the kitchen. 

"Nothing really" Tristan shrugged as he poured two tall glasses of ice tea. He walked out of the kitchen and placed a glass in Michael's hand. 

"Come out on the balcony with me." Tristan took Michael's hand and led him out to the balcony.  They reclined in the patio chairs and sipped on their tea then Tristan lit up a Black & Mild. Michael raised an eyebrow as Tristan exhaled a cloud of smoke in the air. Michael smelt the raunchy sense of the Black & Mild and attempted to swallow spit. 

"Are you sure? There is nothing on your mind baby” Michael frowned as he inhaled the heavy cloud of smoke. Tristan took another puff for his cigarette and slowly exhaled a stream of smoke into the air and Michael’s eyes watered. He put out his cigarette on the table and grabbed his cool glass of ice tea. 

“Well, what going on?” Michael questioned as he glared at Tristan. 

“I don’t think we going to work out” Tristan cleared his throat while he pulled the glass on the patio table. 
“What the fuck...?” Michael raised up from the table and thrash the down onto the ground. Tristan took another sip of his tea and glanced at Michael. 

“I can’t do this with you...you are not ready to be with me” Tristan sighed as Michael felt his blood boiling. 

“Fuck you...I love you nigga but fuck you and go hell” Michael yelled as he stormed out of Tristan’s apartment. Michael slammed the wooden door and leaving it open as he ran. Tristan shook his head, grabbed his cigarettes, and relighted it. Tristan let out a larger cloud and walked into his kitchen. Then, he heard the door open and parted his mouth. 

“So you can come back?” He turned around and dropped his cigarette out of his mouth. Tristan faced the door and his body was frozen as stiff as a frozen fish stick.

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