A lot of ppl be confused by the story name lmao who said the title has anything to do with Zaya & Prod? Yall gone see later.

LAYLANI

I scream, running over to Reshawd as he empties his clip at absolutely nothing. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Nugget yells at him, pulling his shoulder. Reshawd snatches away. "Disrespectful mothafucka." he growls, pulling another gun out and shooting. Thank God he has the silencers screwed in both of them. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind then lay my head on his back. "Shawd, stop. What's wrong?" I ask, getting worried. He looks at me. "I know you see my daddy kissing on that bitch, get the fuck off me! Imma kill his bitch ass!" he yells, snatching away from me. "Nigga, what? Nobody out here but us, dude, you on that bullshit! Chill!" Nugget snaps, trying to get the gun out of his hand.

Shawd puts the gun to Nugget's head. "You hate me. All of yall hate me. You see him kissing her." Shawd says. "He told me he's schizophrenic, Nugget." I say, thinking back to when he snapped at me about it. My daddy said schizophrenic people tend to see and hear shit others don't and feel like people against them sometimes.

"Nah, bruh. I love you. I grew up with you, man. I never snaked you. I was here for you and now you wanna kill me? Forreal?" Nugget chokes out. "He don't mean it, Nugget. He schizo. Reshawd, look at me. That's your brother, Nugget. He didn't do anything to you, he loves you. I'm Laylani, of course I wouldn't hurt you. Listen to me though, Reshawd. Your dad is at home with your mother, I promise you." I say, staring in his eyes. I watch his face soften, then he drops the gun.

"He didn't mean it." I tell Nugget as he Googles schizophrenia. He nods his head, reading about it. "Fuck!" Reshawd yells at the top of his lungs, then punches a huge hole in the sand, making his knuckles pop.

I walk over to him then grab his hand before he could punch again. I kiss his knuckles while he stares at me. "What happened to you that made you so mean?" I ask. He stares at me then stands then walks away. I sigh. I just wanna be there for him but he always pushes me away and I hate that bullshit.

I get up then follow him. "Reshawd." I say, trying to touch him. He snatches away from me then lays in the sand. I sit indian style in front of him then grab his hand. He looks away from me. I lightly pull his chin back to me. I open my purse then pull out a sharpie. "I got an idea. Draw how you feel on my arm." I say. He looks at me funny. "Come on." I say, giving it to him.

He opens the marker then starts drawing something weird looking. It looks like a bunch of lines. He starts turning red, getting mad and drawing zig zag lines all up my arm. I don't understand what he's drawing but it's his emotions and he's venting without even talking. His breathing picks up as he roughly draws a circle full of lines in the center then throws the marker, glaring at my arm.

I reach over and grab the marker out the sand. I lean over and draw my name on his leg cast. He watches me in silence. I sit between his legs then lay my head back on his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and snuggles up behind me. "You don't look at me different?" he lowly asks. "I care about you too much." I say. I feel his lips on my neck. "Thank you." he mumbles, then lays his head on my shoulder.

PROD

Ryshawn called me talking about Reshawd having a lil episode. They asses ain't even supposed to be out, on top of that, they crashed Zaya's jeep into a hotel.

I just pulled up to the beach with Zaya. "I don't see him." she panics. "Chill, he ain't dead." I say. She rolls her eyes at me then gets out the car. I get out and follow her. I grab her hand. She snatches it away and walks ahead of me. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. "You gotta forgive me." I say. She pushes me off of her. I sigh. I ain't ever getting drunk again, on life.

I spot Laylani sitting between Shawd's legs with his arms around her waist and his head on his shoulder. Zaya gasps. "Who is that little girl? Oh hell no." Zaya says, putting her hand on her hip. I chuckle. "It's called puppy love and you ain't finna go embarrass him." I say. "Puppy love? You gone say that when he get somebody pregnant?" she snaps. "Who am I to talk? I was like eight when I fucked my first bitch." I say. She shakes her head. "Like I said, it's called puppy love, Zaya. Face it, lil nigga growing up and you can't just hold him back, it's bound to happen." I say, pulling her back to the car.

I chuckle then shake my head. It's something about that lil girl I like and I can't put my finger on it just yet.

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