A "USE TO BE" Love (sequel to my suppose to be life)2014 - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 12: Ups and downs

JAHRON P.O.V

I just came over Joyce's house to see wassup wit her. She gettin' ready to go meet with somebody about some money. She's been walking around, holding a conversation with me. She looks nice. I don't know why she puttin' on that eye makeup, its not like she needs it. Thats why she never wears it. But she always looks real nice, yeaa..reeeaal nice.

Joyce: you would never guess what happened with Jacob last night *putting on eye liner in the mirror*

Me: what happened?

Joyce: we were talking and I could tell that he was jealous of you by the things he was saying and how he said them. I was telling him that if he hadn't went missing for a month we would be closer but you were the one who was there for me, even if you were a little salty from time to time. He got mad and he said after last night he never wanted to see me again.

Me: why you let them do you wrong? You deserve better than these niggas . Its like every other nigga you know just wanna fuck with yo feelings, and ion like that shit.

Joyce: I know but its not even my fault, ian did nothing wrong to them *putting on mascara*

Me: don't worry bout it, imma make it alright

Joyce: alrightyy

I picked up her phone and found Jacob's number. I dialed it and put it to my ear. He answered with a shitty ass attitude.

Jacob: watchu want now?

Me: this ain't Joyce, its Ron, her nigga. What the fuck wrong witchu?

Jacob: she should have given me what I wanted. I actually love her, you just want pussy

Me: Oh well if you love her so fuckin' much tell me why you tryna hurt her

Jacob: listen-

Me: nah lil' nigga you listen. Don't be callin' her phone no more, don't show up at her studio no more, and yo ass betta not show up at her house. When I pull up in this mothafucka we gon' have some personal problems. Don't fuck wit it *hangs up*

Joyce: I can't even think straight *sighs and puts on lip gloss*

Me: lemme help you with that mama *kisses her neck*

Joyce: *bites lip and smiles*

Me:  *kisses behind he ear*

Joyce: Ron stop kissing me like that

Me: I wanna help you get over this babygirl. Can I do that? *kisses her collar bone*

Joyce: you can try but..*smiles* not like this

Me: *sighs and bites lip* Alright, I'll wait...Have you been thinking about the concert?

Joyce: Uggh, I totally forgot about that *face palms herself*

Me: I see

Joyce: Umm, what can I do with the girls? I know Kiera doesn't want to watch them. She needs time to herself and Chresanto..*sigh* I don't even wanna hear his damn voice

Me: Ask ya assistant to watch them

Joyce: good idea

Me: speaking of the girls, I got their shoes

Joyce: I told you ya didn't have to

Me: and I told you I wanted to. I got you a pair too

Joyce: whuuuut

Me: *side smile* I got em in blue

Joyce: *turns around slowly and looks at me* I-motherfucking-love-you *smiles big*