Once In A Lifetime Chance [[ Tyga Fan Fiction ]]

A Day Full Of News..

*Michael’s POV*

It was the next morning and I just had a lot on my mind; I didn’t want to let Jasmine know something was bothering me so when I woke up I went to get her some breakfast, an easy way of going off to get my thoughts together, while she was still sleep. Since I ain’t feeling like doing nothing real special this morning, I went with a quick number 2 from Burger King. But before I went to BK, I went to my moms house. It was still on my mind that she didn’t tell Jasmine I was alive. I had to find out the reason she would do that. Honestly, I thought she always liked Jasmine but you could’ve kept the fact she don’t to herself, shit I don’t know...But I’m finna find out.

When I pulled up to my moms house, I seen a car I wasn’t familiar with. I had a key to her house, of course, so I let myself in. I didn’t announce my presence because I was interrupted with the sound of my mother moaning. It was nasty as shit to me to think my moms was fucking some nigga up in her room. I hope they were using a condom and she at least known him for longer than just last night. I wasn’t finna sit in the fuckin’ living room and wait for my moms to get done having a orgasm, so I decided I was gone act like I ain’t hear not SHIT and go into her room acting like I was looking for her.

Michael: “Aye moms, you in here? There some car in the drive way—what the fuck ma’?! You fuckin’ a nigga pops? You told me you hated his ass. Get the fuck up! I came to talk and we gone do exactly that.”

Kenny [Ion Know Tyga Pops Name So I Just Made Up Some Shit]: “Well, its been a while Mikey...how you been lil nigga?”

Michael: “Nigga don’t say shit to me, you had 23 years to do that but you didn’t so fuck you and get the fuck out my moms’ house.”

Kenny: “Young nigga, I live here, we back together.”

Michael: “O hell nahh, no the fuck yall ain’t. Get out, right fuckin’ now cause this AK-47 has a trigga ready to be pulled.”

Vivian [Same Shit Here, Bare With Me, Yo’.]: “Michael shut that nonsense up. Kenny, just come back in about an hour please.”

My deadbeat pops left and I was furious that she even considered it. That nigga wasn’t there to help raise me so why would she take him back now? Outta all fuckin people.

Vivian: “Michael what is your problem??????”

Michael: “What you mean MY problem? Moms why would you even have a thought in your mind to take him back? That bullshit ass nigga ain’t got shit to offer you but aids most likely!”

Vivian: “Watch your mouth. I don’t care what happened 23 years ago, that’s the fuckin’ past and you gotta let it go just like I’ve let it go! Just because you single and unhappy don’t mean I gotta be!”

Michael: “I am not single by no means, I’m a happily married man, so fuck outta here with that bullshit and speaking of marriage, why the FUCK didn’t you tell Jasmine I was alive?”

Vivian: “Because, Michael…no one is good enough for my son especially that bitch who got her head stuck in the fuckin’ clouds because she got big money. Shit don’t nobody give two fucks about her damn Juicy Culture!”

Michael: “You needs to calm you nerves-“

Vivian: “No! YOU NEED TOO! This MY GOD DAMN HOUSE and you will NOT be up in this bitch tryna tell me what to! I’ma grown ass woman and I’ma do what the fuck I wanna do whenever I wanna fuckin’ do it.”

Michael: “FUCK YOU THEN!!! HAVE FUN PAYING YO OWN DAMN BILLS FOR NOW OWN. IM OUT!!! And it’s Juicy Couture, not Culture dumbass.”

I know I probably crossed the line with the money situation because my mom was already in a hole from when she was tryna raise me. I felt bad but I was heated. How in the fuck could my moms be so fake? All that shit she would do and say to Jasmine then sit and say that bullshit about my wife.