You was made for me
Yeah but all you do is take from me
All you bring around is hate for me
I don't think you safe for me
I'm fucked up but you was made for me
- MajorNine
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Giselle Pov:
"That boy, clean as fuck. Ain't it?" I gave my brother a once over.
"Sharpest nigga in the bity right now." P unwrapped Gucci's durag.
"Oh shit! This nigga almost done drowned me." Quan held his chest, marveling at the man's waves.
It was safe to say we were all happy for my brother. Some knocks on the door cut our hype session short, "G it's me!" Onika yelled from the other side of the door.
"Wassup?" I opened a door a little bit, pulled it all the way open when I saw her dressed. God-damn.
"Girl, if I ain't had an ole lady." Quan pushed me off to the side a bit, rubbing his palms together looking at the girl.
"You'll what? So, I can go tell your ole lady." I raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"Forgot how you get, my bad." He excused himself.
"What's wrong?" Seeing she was here and not with Lauren meant something was going on.
"This girl is stressing me out." Nicki pouted. "She sent me in here to make sure Gucci isn't getting cold feet." I moved out of the way, so she could see that he wasn't planning an escape.
"Tell her I got everything under control in here." I would drag that nigga to the altar myself if I had to, as much as he stressed me out about this.
"Ok." She nodded a bit, still not sure. Not unsure that he was getting cold feet or if I was actually capable of handling it. "You look good." Onika eyes trailed from the bottom of the tailored suit to the top, stopping when her eyes landed on mine.
"You don't look too bad yourself." It was a surprise I was up on time. Crazy to think that before last night the girl rarely crossed my mind now I couldn't get her out of my head. "You smell good, too." Whatever she was wearing drew me closer.
"Thank you." Nicki whispered, looking down at the floor.
"Perfect." I lifted her head, so I could remove the little spec of lint on her eyelash, not giving it a chance to outshine her.
"Nic!" My mama and Lo's mama called from the end of the hallway. "Your friend needs you." They were just as stressed as she was when she first came to the door.
"See you on the aisle." She smiled, turning to walk away.
"Next time you're coming down one, I'll be at the end waiting for you." I called behind her while she was still in ear reach. Onika paused for a second, probably wanting to know why I said it, but she decided against it and kept going.
