𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 / 𝙎𝘽

001 No the one on your birth certificate.

— 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗡'𝗔 , Detroit Michigan

May 8th 6:32 pm

"𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙊𝙉' 𝙂𝘼𝙎 𝙈𝙀 𝙐𝙋 𝙇𝙄𝙇 𝙈𝘼 ?" My best friend Cas asked me, "Hell nah fuck nigga what you thought?" I laugh as he rolls his eyes waving me off, "Fake" I smack my teeth, "Hea you fuckin fien." I mumbled the last part as I handed him my freshly rolled wood.

"So how you been?" Cas asked me as he lit the blunt.

"You know, I've been coolin" I told him, sitting back on the arm of the soft white couch, I had been at my best friend Cas's house, it was actually pretty nice, a huge ass upgrade from his last one, the one he had back in his hood, now that he's a rapper he's been making bank, and I obviously taught him well, because knowing him, he would've blew all of his money on weed and drugs, so this house is a pretty big milestone in his life.

"Word, I heard about you and Miguel, that fuck nigga" Cas shakes his head in disappointment as he took a drag of the blunt then extending his arm, gesturing with his hand for me to take a hit.

I took the blunt from out of his hand and did the same, damn near dying, "Damn brush, why you took so much, you know you ass at hittin' that shit" Cas told me laughing, "Fuck you, I'm not a pothead like yo ass." I gave him a dismissive wave as I put my feet up on the couch, placing my legs over his, as I crossed my ankles, he rested his hand on my leg, laughing as he grabbed his phone with his other hand turning it on to do whatever he was finna do on it.

"Y'know, I wonder what it would've been like to actually be able to see my baby grow up, to see who'd they become, you feel me?" he looks up at me tilting his head down a bit, causing some of his dreads to fall with it in one swift motion.

I guess he ain't know how to respond, because he just rubbed my shin.

"She's here with you in your heart ma" Was all he could say before he sat back lowering his head.

I hummed in response as I handed him the blunt, and his ass started cheifin that ho. "Yo, the gang finna come over in a bit, so you could leave if you want" Cas knew how I got around too many people, I was such a fucking introvert, which was ironic since I was an Influencer, and pretty popular in the music industry. "I might as well just stay, y'know my mama house like 15 minutes away anyways" He threw his hands up in the air and nodded in response, I had been staying with my mom until I found a place to stay, since me moving was so damn random.

My mom had been living in Detroit for about 7 years now, ever since she became stationed at the O.I.E.R. Office of Internal and External Relations, leaving me with my father Shaquill alone in Florida.

Leaving my father with all of the responsibilities of taking care of me, so he made sure I had everything I wanted and needed, he started managing rappers and upcoming artists like, Lil Durk, and Nle Choppa, stuff like that, meaning my dad was pretty much known for his work, making him big bills.

So the only reason why I didn't stay with my dad was because recently he wasn't really home as much as he used to be.

And it would be depressing, being all alone in that big house, so decided to just stay with my mom for a bit, and put all that shit she did in that past, and leave it there.

I heard a few knocks on the door and Cas's ugly ass gon push my legs off of his and get up "Fuck you !" I shout playfully as he flipped me off making his way to the front door, "Yoooo" Cas greeted all of his homeboys, I grabbed the blanket that Cas had thrown over the back of the couch when I first got here over me, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing the Roku remote.