From August to Mae | an August Alsina Fanfic

IV. Chance Encounter

"I'm telling you that b*tch cannot suck d*ck," Rell said while rolling up a blunt.

"On God it was straight teeth. Her roommate fye tho," Twon agreed.

"Wait nigga you had both of em?" This nigga fed!" Rell said jokingly while lighting up a blunt.

"Man, y'all niggas stupid," August chuckled, shaking his head at their antics.

August was sitting on the balcony with his roommates talking while they smoked. They called it meditating. August would "meditate" with them occasionally, although it became less frequent. August lived a very different life than Rell and Twon, but he was once in their shoes, so he never judged them. He did have to distance himself from them every now and then for his own personal health.

"Aug, ion see how you do it," Twon said before blowing weed smoke from his nostrils.

"Do what?" August questioned taking a sip from his Popeyes cup.

"Celibacy. You'on ever crave it?"

"Nah. I've had my fair share of p*ssy for now," August replied.

August had been celibate for a little over a year now following a spiritual awakening he'd experienced after his brother died. He realized the life he was living would lead him to premature death as well, and he didn't want to go down that path. It took a tremendous amount of strength to put an end to his ungodly habits like smoking, dealing, and frequent sex, so he turned to God to get his life on track. He even vowed not to get anymore tattoos.

"Sheesh, how long has it been since you last been in som'n?" Rell asked intrigued by August's self discipline to abstain from sex.

"A lil ova' a year,"  August replied earning a simultaneous "damn" from Rell and Twon.

Rell shook his head vigorously causing his shoulder-length locs to fly around.

"Can't do it. I be in some p*ssy at least three times a week, no cap," Twon said ashing the blunt.

"A year do seem like a stretch, but if you getting head on the regular it ain't that bad, right?" Rell asked with sudden curiosity.

Twon began choking on weed smoke causing him to go into a coughing fit.

"Nigga, if you celibate you can't get head. This nigga green," Twon said shaking his head at Rell's uneducated remark.

"Yes the f*ck you can!"

August chuckled watching Twon's face twist up in disbelief at Rell's cluelessness.

"Rell, you can't have no typa sex when you celibate. Not eem' head," August clarified.

"I ain't the brightest nigga, but even I knew that sh*t. This nigga a dumba*s."

"We know you not the brightest cause you bout black as my a*shole. You look like my shadow right now as black as you are," Rell snapped earning a hysterical laugh from August and a disgusted look from Twon.

"Nigga I'm too damn skinny to be yo shadow! I'll backhand the sh*t outta you, stop trying me fat a*s b*tch!"

August clutched at his chest as he struggled to catch his breath mid-laugh.

"Anyway, I guess you not going to the function tonight then, huh?" Twon questioned raising an eyebrow and stashing away his weed supply.

"Ion know. I might get out and see wassup fa' a change," August pondered while stroking his goatee.

"Ion see why. Whatchu gone do? Stand on the wall? Ain't even no point in tryna catch a*s if you can't even hit after," Rell said.

There was some truth to Rell's remark. August would be in an environment that is highly conducive to him falling back into old habits. Maybe it would be best if he avoided temptation and stayed in as usual, but he didn't want to stop himself from having fun. August took another sip from his cup and stood up from his seat.