nineteen

16

Tracy's POV

Peep and Blue are asleep on the couch. My phones blowing up. I stare down at the screen.

Kayla: Who's over

Kayla: Are we partying or what

Kayla: Surely u got weed

This bitch doesn't get the damn hint i swear. I open my macbook and fuck around with a couple beats i've been working on. I hit up Trav.

TracyyMinajj🧛🏿‍♀️: wuts gud my boy

Trav‼️: yooooo

TracyyMinajj🧛🏿‍♀️: we chillin?

Trav: fo sure, smoke up??

TracyyMinajj🧛🏿‍♀️: u already kno

Crazy to me, thinking bout how close that me and that kid have been lately. Life's been so random past few months. Shits good.

Trav pulls up and we smoke up. I'm teaching the kid how to fuck around and make music. Ain't gonna lie he's getting good. Real good. He impressed the shit outta me today. Maybe he'll be GBC sometime.

I'm suddenly realising we been loud as fuck all damn day and Peep and Blue ain't even stirred yet. Still passed out on the same ass couch as this morning and it's nearly 5pm now. Weird. Peeps a heavy sleeper on the regular but Blue ain't.

"Should we try wake em up?" Trav asks like he read my mind. "Yeah dawg."

I scrunch up a wrapper I found on the table and throw it at Peep. It smacks him in the head and falls back into the floor. He ain't even move an inch. The fuck.

Trav pokes Blue. "Hello??"

Nothing.

"Blue?? Peep??"

Trav gives blue a nudge, but nothing wakes her. "Bro what the fuckkkkk". My stomach sinks a lil. I've seen Peep in a way like this before but the thought of him getting Blue into this makes me wig out.

I get up and grab Peep by the shoulders. I shake him until his eyes half open. Me and Trav just stand there waiting for him to say sum.

He stretches his arms out a bit looking hella confused. "Yo" I say. He stares at me, Blues in his arm still passed the fuck out.

"The fuck" he mumbles.

"Bro you been passed the fuck out all night and day" I tell him. He rubs his eyes.

"Fuckkk. What time is it?" he mumbles again.

"5" Trav answers. "Like morning?" Peep questions. "Nah man, like 5PM"

"What day is it?" Peep asks. How fuckin long was he out?? "Thursday dude" Trav speaks. Peep looks even more confused now. "I barred the fuck out" he says. I fucking knew it.

"And Blue?" I ask. "Uh she had some of my shit cuz she was all anxious and shit" he slurs.

Peep on bricks doesn't phase me at all but something don't sit right with me here. Peep feeding this shit to her freaks me out. I ain't even know why. She's like, smaller than he is and I know she don't have half his tolerance. I don't want him to corrupt her or sum.

"How many" I say, kinda harshly. "Fuck I don't know man like...a few? I don't remember"

"How you gonna drug your girl and forget what you gave her dawg? You know how fucked up that is?"

Peep goes silent. It's hard to read his face. He looks like he's a lil pissed. But kinda regretful.. Like he was gonna shoot back but reevaluated.

Trav looks at me all concerned. I feel for the kid, that's his best friend. I know how i'd feel if it were flipped or whatever.

Blue's still passed out.

I leave the room. I don't really know what to say. That's Peep's girl and shit but I don't agree with the situation if i'm honest. I can't really tell if i'm just being paranoid or whatever. But if it were my girl. I know i'd be way more careful with that shit.

Trav follows me into the next room not long after. "Ima head out bro. Can you hit me up when Blue wakes up" he says. Poor kid prolly worried, I don't blame him. "For sure dawg. Fire shit today my boy" I tell him. He cheeses. We slap hands and he dips.

I just kick it on the couch in this room, sipping henny and scrolling through my phone. I hear Peep tryna wake Blue up in the next room. It sounds like he's struggling. I hate that. They're good for each other I hope he doesn't fuck it up.