Silas burst out into fits of chuckle when Isla recommended using her couch as a door barricade, “That’ll probs be a good idea,” Silas agreed, show casting all her teeth. “Hope the zombies gon pay for my bloody couch, cause this shii was expensive as f*ck” Though Silas had not been the one to buy it–but her uncle, her manager had done it, as after all, according to him, ‘Silas you got two eye, but no eye for interior design’ which if you ask Silas was dead wrong, she got a third eye for interior design but whatever.
“Teresa ai’t sh*t” Silas laughed, it was still crazy to her how people who were your bigger haters could turn into your friend, when you got the ‘bread’ so ooh i’m rich now and you wanna f*ck wimme? Yall missed out on broke Silas, cause she was even more fun when she was young. “Same thing happened with, remember Jeremiah? Kept talking about how I was never gon make it and will live in the streets forever with an std. Then I got to the top, and he be in my DMS begging for a Collab because he want to start his rap career, he sent me a snippet of one of his songs and all I gotta say is,” Silas took a pause, placing a hand on her chest, "Fck no! " she siggled, “He not finna make it in no rap industry.” And Silas was def not gon help him rise. Not because she was still holding grudges, if you thought that was why–dead that thought, Silas doesn’t hold grudges, not like that, you have to really wrong her for her to hold grudges, but it was because his rap was trash and she didn’t need a stain in her career.
It was true, Isla was a hopeless romantic, which was something that Silas never understood. What was so good about being a hopeless romantic when it only leads to you getting your heart broken? But of course that was Isla and Silas was probably broken from being raised by her father who tried, he did try, but was ultimately not sh*t. “Sunny and me been over, we didn’t even begin,” Silas reached into her fridge to take one strawberry to pop in her mouth, “She thought I was her girlfriend, when I clearly said that I don’t do commitment, but that was like a year ago or som? She’s with Nacho now, I think and you know I don’t beef with people,” She said as she walked with a plate of Blt sandwich to give to Isla, “Not even exes,” She concluded.
Silas rolled her eyes playfully when Isla said she forgot the chips, “And I thought I was greedy,” She murmured, before walking back into the kitchen and getting the chips. Then sitting back down and eating her own sandwich, man, Silas was really good at making sandwich. After this, she should def make another one–maybe a turkey and cheese sandwich, or new Yorker style with bacon egg and cheese breakfast sandwich, but she was not a new Yorker so nah, or maybe her random special? “huh?” Silas said blinking, before she realized what Isla said. “Maybe she want you.”