Bashar-
"Bae, we should definitely change the date like we basically got everything we need and the caterers are booked, cake already decided on, what are we really waiting on now? We can get married next week and it wouldn't be like a stressed-out situation" I rolled my eyes as I buttoned up my shirt in the mirror, she's been nagging me all day about this shit and bro deadass I can't take it.
"Na, December is good"
"December is around Christmas and people would want to spend their money on presents and decorating and food instead of a fuckin wedding they don't really need to attend" I pulled on my jeans and shrugged while looking through my colognes before I picked one and sprayed it on my body.
"Why they spending money? we the ones, well I'm the one spending all the money here bro all they gotta do is show up, it ain't taking nothing outta their pockets to show they faces at a wedding"
"Clothes, shoes, hair, nails"
"That's a them problem, cause I ain't tell them to get their Sunday best and come out to my wedding shit, they could put on shorts and fuckin t-shirts if they wanna I don't care" she kissed her teeth and kneeled her way to the edge of the bed and held my neck pulling me closer to her face kissing me.
"Come on I gotta go, you know dem niggas out there waiting on me" she groaned and laid back down onto the bed, I got my sneakers, the Dior Obliques of course and put them on, picked up my wallet and my phone.
"Ight I'm out"
"Think about it please baby" she pouted and I gave in.
"Fine bro we'll change the date" she squealed and ran over hugging me, somehow I felt like this would be a fuckin horrible idea but aye fuck it, not the first bad decision I've ever made.
"Thank you, Daddy I was thinking June 28th" I groaned at the thought cause that was mad fuckin close but why not just get it over with and done.
"Ight" she clapped and ran into the living room and picked up her planner and her phone and started calling people immediately as I left.
I was gonna go meet my boys and just chill, it's been a minute last time I saw dem niggas was at the party that didn't end well but I don't give a fuck cause who that nigga think he is? I realized that if I was getting married though I had to stop speaking to Milan, I would never leave her alone if I continued seeing her and shit especially if I was married, If we're being quite honest no one in this world could hold me back from her but coming from a place of respect and thinking of others I had to give it up. I was actually starting to really fuck with Aaliyah, she cool and shit.
"Wassup woo" Dread came up and we did our handshake and I said wassup to everyone else that was there, we were chillin' at the studio, smoking, talking and laughing, these niggas are the funniest people I know, word to.
"So wassup what you been doing nigga we don't see you at all only when you come down to the studio"
"Bro this case shit I wanna drop it cause there ain't no leads, no trace and the niggas who did the drive-by won't budge bro so they just sending them to jail but we still ain't know and Aaliyah just stressin me out bout the wedding, it's a new date. June 28th"
"Nigga that's in some fuckin weeks "
"She don't care bro all she know is that she wanna bring it up and that's that"
"No cap that's fuckin weird, deadass like she just weird on the whole nigga since the first day we met her we been said this bitch. My bad, that girl was sus bro, all of a sudden she wanna bring up the date?"
