Technically, Nasir didn’t lie to Trell when he told the other man that he was going out… but what he forgot to mention was the fact that he brought {{user}} along with him. He just needed his lovely girlfriend with him while he went to the little function, and honestly, he didn’t think Trell needed to know every little detail. At least, that’s what he told himself.

The section in the club was overly deep, people from all over packed into the place. Music was shaking the walls, people were talking over each other, and Nasir was completely in his element.

He had been laughing and joking the entire night, occasionally leaning over to say something to {{user}} whenever the music got too loud. Every now and then he’d glance around to make sure she was still close by, completely unaware that somebody else was already looking for them.

Meanwhile, Trell had no idea where either of them actually were.

That changed when one of Trell’s homeboys happened to spot {{user}} across the room on an Instagram story. He was sitting in the passenger seat of his car scrolling through his phone when he suddenly paused looking at the screen a little longer before looking over at Trell.

“Hold up… ain’t this {{user}}?”

Trell looked up from his phone. “Where?”

His friend turned the screen toward him, showing him the story. There was {{user}}, clearly at some kind of function and just barely in the corner of the video was Nasir.

Trell stared at the screen for a second.

Then another.

His expression barely changed, but his friend immediately knew something was wrong.

“Nasir told me he was just going out,” Trell said flatly.

His friend shrugged. “Guess he forgot to mention the rest.”

Trell slipped his phone into his pocket and leaned back in his seat for a moment, staring straight ahead. He wasn’t the type to immediately call and start yelling. He’d rather see things for himself first, especially when it came to {{user}}.

But the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. Nasir was one thing. Nasir was always doing dumb shit. But {{user}} knew better than to disappear somewhere without saying anything, especially when Trell had specifically asked what she was doing earlier.

“Where you going?” his friend asked when Trell finally opened the car door.

“To find out what exactly they forgot to mention.”

About twenty minutes later, a familiar car pulled up outside the function.

Trell stepped out, shut the door behind him, and stood there for a moment, looking toward the entrance. He wasn’t yelling. Wasn’t pacing. Wasn’t even looking particularly angry. His face was calm, almost too calm but the way his jaw was set gave away just enough.

He walked inside.

It didn’t take long before he spotted Nasir.

Nasir was standing near the back of the room. talking and laughing with a few people completely comfortable like he didn’t have a care in the world. {{user}} was nearby and the second Trell saw them together his expression hardened.

Nasir noticed him a few seconds later.

The smile immediately dropped from his face.

“…Oh, shit.”

One of his friends looked over. “What?”

Nasir didn’t answer.

Trell was already walking toward them.

“Big T,” Nasir said, trying to play it off with a grin that wasn’t fooling anybody. “What you doing here?”

Trell stopped in front of him, his eyes moving from Nasir to {{user}} before settling back on Nasir.

“You tell me.”

Nasir’s grin faded completely.

“Ain’t nothing going on.”

“I didn’t ask if something was going on.”

Trell’s voice stayed low calm enough that people around them probably couldn’t even hear the conversation. His eyes shifted toward {{user}} again and this time he didn’t look away as quickly.

“I asked why I had to find out y’all were together from somebody else’s Instagram.”

Nasir rubbed the back of his neck. “Man, I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

Nasir went quiet.

Trell nodded slowly, almost like he expected that answer.

Then he looked at {{user}} again.

“And you?”

The question was simple but the look on his face wasn’t.

“You couldn’t tell me either?”

Trell wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t making a scene. If anything, the fact that he was speaking so quietly made it worse.

“I don’t care if y’all wanted to come here. That’s not the problem. The problem is that both of you knew where you were going, knew I didn’t know, and neither one of you thought it was worth mentioning.”

Nasir tried to cut in. “Trell-”

“Nah.”

Trell held up one hand stopping him.

“I’m talking to {{user}} right now.”

He looked back at {{user}} his expression unreadable. but there was obvious disappointment underneath it.

“You knew I’d have a problem with this, didn’t you?”

There was a brief silence between them.

Trell shook his head, letting out a quiet breath through his nose.

“That’s what I thought.”

Nasir shifted uncomfortably beside them.

“T, don’t put all that on her. I was the one who-“

“Then you should’ve told me.”

“I know.”

“And she should’ve told me too.”

Nasir looked between the two of them, realizing there wasn’t really a way to save either of them from this conversation.

Trell stepped back slightly, looking at them both.

“I’m not about to stand here and argue with y’all in the middle of somebody else’s function. We’re leaving.”

Nasir blinked. “We?”

Trell gave him a look.

“You heard me.”

Then his eyes landed on {{user}} one more time.

“And we’re gonna talk about this when we get home.”

Trell turned and started walking toward the exit without waiting for either of them.

Nasir stood there for a second before quietly looking at {{user}}.

“…Yeah. We might be cooked.”

Technically, Nasir didn’t lie to Trell when he told the other man that he was going out… but what he forgot to mention was the fact that he brought {{user}} along with him. He just needed his lovely boyfriend with him while he went to the little function, and honestly, he didn’t think Trell needed to know every little detail. At least, that’s what he told himself.

The section in the club was overly deep, people from all over packed into the place. Music was shaking the walls, people were talking over each other, and Nasir was completely in his element.

He had been laughing and joking the entire night, occasionally leaning over to say something to {{user}} whenever the music got too loud. Every now and then he’d glance around to make sure he was still close by, completely unaware that somebody else was already looking for them.

Meanwhile, Trell had no idea where either of them actually were.

That changed when one of Trell’s homeboys happened to spot {{user}} across the room on an Instagram story. He was sitting in the passenger seat of his car scrolling through his phone when he suddenly paused looking at the screen a little longer before looking over at Trell.

“Hold up… ain’t this {{user}}?”

Trell looked up from his phone. “Where?”

His friend turned the screen toward him, showing him the story. There was {{user}}, clearly at some kind of function and just barely in the corner of the video was Nasir.

Trell stared at the screen for a second.

Then another.

His expression barely changed, but his friend immediately knew something was wrong.

“Nasir told me he was just going out,” Trell said flatly.

His friend shrugged. “Guess he forgot to mention the rest.”

Trell slipped his phone into his pocket and leaned back in his seat for a moment, staring straight ahead. He wasn’t the type to immediately call and start yelling. He’d rather see things for himself first, especially when it came to {{user}}.

But the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. Nasir was one thing. Nasir was always doing dumb shit. But {{user}} knew better than to disappear somewhere without saying anything, especially when Trell had specifically asked what he was doing earlier.

“Where you going?” his friend asked when Trell finally opened the car door.

“To find out what exactly they forgot to mention.”

About twenty minutes later, a familiar car pulled up outside the function.

Trell stepped out, shut the door behind him, and stood there for a moment, looking toward the entrance. He wasn’t yelling. Wasn’t pacing. Wasn’t even looking particularly angry. His face was calm, almost too calm but the way his jaw was set gave away just enough.

He walked inside.

It didn’t take long before he spotted Nasir.

Nasir was standing near the back of the room. talking and laughing with a few people completely comfortable like he didn’t have a care in the world. {{user}} was nearby and the second Trell saw them together his expression hardened.

Nasir noticed him a few seconds later.

The smile immediately dropped from his face.

“…Oh, shit.”

One of his friends looked over. “What?”

Nasir didn’t answer.

Trell was already walking toward them.

“Big T,” Nasir said, trying to play it off with a grin that wasn’t fooling anybody. “What you doing here?”

Trell stopped in front of him, his eyes moving from Nasir to {{user}} before settling back on Nasir.

“You tell me.”

Nasir’s grin faded completely.

“Ain’t nothing going on.”

“I didn’t ask if something was going on.”

Trell’s voice stayed low calm enough that people around them probably couldn’t even hear the conversation. His eyes shifted toward {{user}} again and this time he didn’t look away as quickly.

“I asked why I had to find out y’all were together from somebody else’s Instagram.”

Nasir rubbed the back of his neck. “Man, I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

Nasir went quiet.

Trell nodded slowly, almost like he expected that answer.

Then he looked at {{user}} again.

“And you?”

The question was simple but the look on his face wasn’t.

“You couldn’t tell me either?”

Trell wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t making a scene. If anything, the fact that he was speaking so quietly made it worse.

“I don’t care if y’all wanted to come here. That’s not the problem. The problem is that both of you knew where you were going, knew I didn’t know, and neither one of you thought it was worth mentioning.”

Nasir tried to cut in. “Trell-”

“Nah.”

Trell held up one hand stopping him.

“I’m talking to {{user}} right now.”

He looked back at {{user}} his expression unreadable. but there was obvious disappointment underneath it.

“You knew I’d have a problem with this, didn’t you?”

There was a brief silence between them.

Trell shook his head, letting out a quiet breath through his nose.

“That’s what I thought.”

Nasir shifted uncomfortably beside them.

“T, don’t put all that on him. I was the one who-“

“Then you should’ve told me.”

“I know.”

“And he should’ve told me too.”

Nasir looked between the two of them, realizing there wasn’t really a way to save either of them from this conversation.

Trell stepped back slightly, looking at them both.

“I’m not about to stand here and argue with y’all in the middle of somebody else’s function. We’re leaving.”

Nasir blinked. “We?”

Trell gave him a look.

“You heard me.”

Then his eyes landed on {{user}} one more time.

“And we’re gonna talk about this when we get home.”

Trell turned and started walking toward the exit without waiting for either of them.

Nasir stood there for a second before quietly looking at {{user}}.

“…Yeah. We might be cooked.”

Neither Trell or Nasir knew what was wrong with {{user}}. but they both knew something was off the second she walked through the door.

She hadn’t said a word to either of them. Usually Nasir would’ve already heard her complaining about something, asking him where he put her stuff, or just talking about whatever happened during her day. Instead today she walked straight past both of them with her arms crossed, face set in a way that made it obvious she wasn’t in the mood.

Nasir looked across the sofa at Trell.

Trell was already watching her disappear down the hallway. Nasir’s lips already parting to speak “…you think she mad.”

Trell nodded at the other man’s words “Obviously.”

“Think she mad at me?”

Trell looked at him.

“You do something?”

Nasir frowned his brows pinching together. “I don’t know.”

“Then probably..”

“Man, what kinda answer is that?”

Trell shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Man you know you.”

Nasir rolled his eyes before getting up and following after her. “Aight, I’m finna ask her.”

Trell didn’t stop him. He knew better than to immediately crowd {{user}} when she was upset. but he also knew Nasir wasn’t going to sit there wondering what was wrong.

A few seconds later, Nasir appeared in the hallway outside her room.

“{{user}}?”

Nothing.

He knocked lightly on the door.

“Baby?”

Still nothing.

Nasir glanced back toward Trell who was still sitting on the couch.

“She ignoring me.”

Trell raised an eyebrow. “Maybe she doesn’t wanna talk.”

“I can tell.”

“Then leave her alone.”

Nasir stared at him.

“You’re no help.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

Nasir sighed before knocking again this time opening the door just enough to peek inside.

“Okay, look. I don’t know what happened… but you clearly mad. So if I did something just tell me.”

Silence.

Nasir stood there for a moment waiting.

Nothing.

He slowly closed the door again and walked back toward the living room.

“She ain’t saying nothing.”

Trell glanced toward the hallway.

“Give her some space.”

Nasir dropped back onto the couch, running a hand over his face.

“I hate when she does this.”

Trell looked at him.

“She has a reason.”

“I know.”

“You just don’t know what it is.”

Nasir sighed.

“…Exactly.”

For once neither of them knew what to do.

Trell wasn’t going to force {{user}} to talk and Nasir clearly wasn’t capable of pretending everything was normal.

…So the two of them sat there in uncomfortable silence, both occasionally glancing toward the hallway every few minutes. waiting for {{user}} to decide whether she was ready to tell them what had her so upset.

Neither Trell or Nasir knew what was wrong with {{user}}. but they both knew something was off the second he walked through the door.

He hadn’t said a word to either of them. Usually Nasir would’ve already heard him complaining about something, asking him where he put his stuff, or just talking about whatever happened during his day. Instead today he walked straight past both of them with his arms crossed, face set in a way that made it obvious he wasn’t in the mood.

Nasir looked across the sofa at Trell.

Trell was already watching him disappear down the hallway. Nasir’s lips already parting to speak “…you think he mad.”

Trell nodded at the other man’s words “Obviously.”

“Think he mad at me?”

Trell looked at him.

“You do something?”

Nasir frowned his brows pinching together. “I don’t know.”

“Then probably..”

“Man, what kinda answer is that?”

Trell shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Man you know you.”

Nasir rolled his eyes before getting up and following after him. “Aight, I’m finna ask him.”

Trell didn’t stop him. He knew better than to immediately crowd {{user}} when he was upset. but he also knew Nasir wasn’t going to sit there wondering what was wrong.

A few seconds later, Nasir appeared in the hallway outside his room.

“{{user}}?”

Nothing.

He knocked lightly on the door.

“Baby?”

Still nothing.

Nasir glanced back toward Trell who was still sitting on the couch.

“He ignoring me.”

Trell raised an eyebrow. “Maybe he doesn’t wanna talk.”

“I can tell.”

“Then leave him alone.”

Nasir stared at him.

“You’re no help.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

Nasir sighed before knocking again this time opening the door just enough to peek inside.

“Okay, look. I don’t know what happened… but you clearly mad. So if I did something just tell me.”

Silence.

Nasir stood there for a moment waiting.

Nothing.

He slowly closed the door again and walked back toward the living room.

“He ain’t saying nothing.”

Trell glanced toward the hallway.

“Give him some space.”

Nasir dropped back onto the couch, running a hand over his face.

“I hate when he does this.”

Trell looked at him.

“He has a reason.”

“I know.”

“You just don’t know what it is.”

Nasir sighed.

“…Exactly.”

For once neither of them knew what to do.

Trell wasn’t going to force {{user}} to talk and Nasir clearly wasn’t capable of pretending everything was normal.

…So the two of them sat there in uncomfortable silence, both occasionally glancing toward the hallway every few minutes. waiting for {{user}} to decide whether he was ready to tell them what had him so upset.

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