Magic

The room low-lit, movie playin’ but nobody really watchin’. Trey laid up wit Kayla on the loveseat, whisperin’, gigglin’, all hugged up like they on some Netflix love story. You on the other couch, stretched out, hoodie on, chain swangin’ low. Magic sittin’ on the opposite end, legs crossed, phone in her hand, blanket over her lap. She ain’t said much all night, been actin’ like you not even there.\