Perfect Imperfection

Chapter 2: You Say You Don't Like Me

Chapter 2:

You say you don't like me well shut up or kill me, bitch shut up or kill me-Kevin Gates

Terrell leaned against his hummer beside his homeboy, Boobie. Boobie was Terrell's friend since the elementary days, and they've had each other's backs since the day they met. They fight together, jug together, and do all their jobs side by side. If somebody insults Terrell, it's personal to Boobie and vice versa. If Terrell pops somebody, Boobie will pops somebody. They don't believe in the jumping thing, so if it's one on one, they'll let the show roll, but if it's a crew, best believe one is riding for the other. When Terrell is eating, Boobie is eating. Terrell any of their plates go empty.

Boobie took a drag from his blunt and looked over at Terrell. Boobie has been in the game since high school, but Terrell joined late. At first, Terrell wasn't into all that drug dealing stuff, but it eventually grew on him. He didn't want to be flipping burgers or bagging groceries so he took his last choice. "Ay man, you ever think that God will let us through the gates even though we do the shit that we do?" Boobie asked.

Terrell hated when Boobie got high because he turned into either of the four: A preacher, a philosopher, a relationship specialist, or a dumbass. Today, Boobie is a preacher/Christian. Terrell shrugged his shoulders and took a drag from his own blunt. "I don't know, and ain't worried about all that right now."

"What you worried about then?" Boobie asked.

Terrell looked over at Boobie. "Angel will be doing a lot better without me." He sighed.

"What chu mean?" Boobie took another quick puff from his blunt and blew a cloud of smoke.

"You know when you feel like someone deserves better than what you're giving 'em?" He asked.

Boobie shook his head. "I don't understand because ain't nothing better than Boobie." He grinned showing his grill on two teeth of his bottom row. Boobie pushed his dreads away from his face and chuckled.

Terrell glared at Boobie for a moment. "Can you be serious for one moment? I know you're high, but chill." Terrell said before letting out a small chuckle because he couldn't take himself serious yet alone, tell Boobie to be serious.

"Alright, I get where you come from. You know you ain't shit, and you wish that you could be better for her. Yeah, I get where you're coming from." Boobie said practically putting harsher words in Terrell's mouth.

Terrell mugged Boobie. He didn't like the way Boobie said that, but he had to give it to him because Boobie was exactly right. "Yeah, and I know that one day she's going to get one of two phone calls." "You're either in jail or you're dead?" Boobie questioned not looking in the opposite direction of Terrell.

"Yeah man." He thought about Angelique's smile, body, and the little things that made him smile on the inside. "I hate that I put her through the shit that I put her through."

Boobie puffed his blunt then looked at him. "But that's your lifestyle, and she knew that before she got with you, bruh."

Terrell was quiet and took another pull from his blunt. He held the smoke in his lungs longer than usual because he wished that his high would take his mind away from Angelique.

"You need to wife her." Boobie said lowly.

Did Boobie just bring up relationship to Terrell? "You know how I feel about relationships and you trying to marry me off to somebody, if I don't want a relationship then I damn sure don't want a marriage."

Boobie shook his head. "You know a good thing when it's in your presence. Angelique is your good thing."

"Too much of a good thing can make you sick." Terrell said brushing off what Boobie said. He didn't want a relationship because of his trust issues and not wanting to ruin what he and Angel had. He thought that once you give something a title, it just changes everything for the worst.