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                                 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 17, 2023. 8:54𝗉𝗆
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍.

❝𝕭ELLA LIKES GIO? that's- that's cute, actually."

"really cute. and it'd be nice to set them up, bella deserves a girl like her. someone fun but still grounded enough to wanna settle down with, y'know? and i mean- she's really hot."

dominic didn't expect to invite her back to his place in la. but the spot he was supposed to take her to was just about to close so, he very courteously offered and she accepted.

"you wanna fuck her too, bruh?" he jokes, taking a california roll from the tray. "i mean, i don't steal people's girlfriends. i'd have to also be fucking bella. with her."

okay, new conversation topic. i just felt my dick twitch at the thought of that. he just silently chews his food as he grabs the remote, putting on downtown.

"oh my God, you watch downtown?" she enthuses and when he points over to the vhs collection she's already running over to go look at it.

"yo, if i steal this you won't get mad right?" she sarcastically asks to which he matches her energy. "yeah, very cute."

they finish eating and are soon just watching in silence, enjoying eachother's company. they sat at a respectable distance, and every now and then dominic would glance at her hand that was rested on her knee. if he could grab it, hold her hand so it didn't feel like he was losing her or like she was going anywhere.

"hey... you wanna know why i was so ready to get going? after the shoot? 'cause it- it wasn't to avoid you."

he shrugs. "you're here now."

"i know but, i wanna tell you why." she presses. he got to spend time with her, so he wasn't really upset anymore but if she was down to tell him more about herself...

suminar pauses, looking at something in the distance before getting her phone. in a couple clicks, she pulls up a picture of a group of people. he notices their friend, ski mask the slump god, almost immediately. especially since he looked so young.

"fuckin' ski man," he chuckles.

"i interviewed him here. years ago. it was a huge deal. you see the guy he's got his arm around?" she points out and he nods, looking at her for her explanation.

"that was my brother. lalan but- he went by allan. allan l. his rap name. God, he was so fuckin' corny. determined but... corny." she breathily laughs and stares at the photo of him.

dominic knew that kind of look. it was hurt. he didn't want to say anything, in hopes he might scare her from sharing any more. like the fact she said he was her brother.

"he... ski was his idol. and what do you do when someone's your idol? everything they do. and for lalan, that meant rapping. we were in the a, though, everybody wanted to be a fuckin' rapper. meaning all the studio time prices were hella high. he needed a way to get the money so... so he started bangin'. he thought he could be smart about it, be below the radar so no one could figure him out. like eyes and ears don't exist everywhere on the fuckin' street—"

he could hear the frustration in her voice, which is probably why she stops talking for a second. a hand roughly runs through her hair, and she keeps her eyes on the ground.

he knew what it was like to lose someone. especially in the way suminar was describing. this was blood, though. it freaked him out to imagine what life would be like without his brother, his best-fucking-friend, and it nearly sent him into a panic attack. that only made him hurt for her more, since it was just a thought for him and reality for her.

"every year i uh- i leave a daisy and smoke a clip by his grave... tell him about everything i've done in the year... but 'cause i wasn't home... i met up with ski. sat, smoked, poured one out, prayed..."

he didn't really know what to say, he didn't know if there was anything to say. pulling her into him felt natural enough and her leaning into his touch validated that. it was as simple as her lying on his chest, something she'd done earlier today, it just felt a million times more intricate. a million times more intimate.

"goddamn, he was only 17. all he would tell everybody was 'oh, stop babying me, bruh. i got all this shit under control. i don't need no one's money for this shit. just let me do my shit, i got it!'. i tried, i- i- i- i pushed until i didn't! let him fuckin' sell drugs and get shot tryna sell 'em, what kinda sister—"

"no. no no no," he interrupts, shaking his head. "you're not blaming yourself for this shit. i'm not sitting here and letting you."

she chews on her bottom lip, so hard that he thought she was going to draw blood. he lifts up so they're staring at eachother again. seeing her in pain like that was new. this murky dark purple energy circled around her and it was so different that the golden glow he always saw.

it stopped dominic from thinking about her like she was all a fantasy, like she was something the sun had conjured up and sent down here. she wasn't all around perfect, she was flawed. she carried burden. she was human. it made him feel like he could talk to her about anything, share anything. so he did.

"y'know how i got arrested? 'cause a cop was beating up my brother and i had to stop him. and the main reason i got signed is 'cause i needed some good lawyers for my mom, she was facing charges. before that, i was helpin' raise my sister. the whole world has felt like it's on my shoulders makin' sure everybody's straight. i could've only dreamed of having someone to guide me like you were tryna guide him."

his hand grabs hers as he keeps talking, "take it from someone who was once a little florida fucker with a terrible attitude, mkay, he was only ever—"

suminar interrupts him with a little giggle and he laughs along with her. "he was only ever gonna think he needed himself. his head was too high to think about those that still needed him here. i know because i've been there."

"did he deserve what happened to him? fuck, no. but you've got to understand you can't take any sort of blame for this shit. it's only gonna eat away at you."

suminar was so dangerously contrasting, it seemed. on one half, she had just revealed such a human and expressive side of her. a side he was so internally grateful to see. but right now, as the tear escapes her eye and runs down the right side of her face, she looked like a painting that had become anthropomorphic. she truly looked ethereal, to the point where he had to wonder if she was real all over again.

his hand, the one still intertwined with hers, was now in her lap as she stares at it. her thumb grazes over the number '97' etched in his skin with green ink and her eyebrows furrow for a split second.

"we're from the two shittiest places on earth, huh?" she grumbles and he almost had to fight the fact that he wanted to kiss her so hard he'd run out of air for even finding relatability in her.

"uh huh. who have somehow ended up in la... eating fucking sushi." he blurts out and they both burst out laughing.

"social ladder was made for us to climb up it, right? they're just mad it's kids like us," she says back and gets her chopsticks to get a nigiri roll between them and holds up to his mouth.

he chuckles a little bit before eating. the irony of it all; how blessed he suddenly felt. to be around her, to be doing so well career-wise... it was all getting real for him.

"you can celebrate things in your past without letting them define you. y'know that, right?"

she doesn't answer him, so he lets it go, getting a california roll between his chopsticks instead and feeding it to her. he messes with her a little, pulling the sushi back after she opens her mouth and she kisses her teeth, with him breathily laughing before giving in.

after a little bit of silence (along with her twiddling with her fingers), she asks him "how?" for a moment, he almost forgot what she was referring to. but all he had to do was look at her to get an answer.

"seeing yourself the way i do. as one hell of a climber."

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?"
i wanna have meaningful conversations
while we feed eachother sushi is that too
much to ask? GOD DO YOU HEAR
ME?!?!? i didn't wanna make this too
corny there was more i was gonna add
in but i shall save it for the future 😇 i
kinda love this i've never done so heavily
before??? the two main characters actually
talking with mutual respect and not there
being hella animosity or hate wow i've
come such a long way 🥹

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