First 'Fake Date'

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SIX DAYS LATER: LATE JULY 2013

M A L I K

Today is the day me and Barbie have our 'fake date' or whatever-the-fuck it is.

I'm nervous as hell.

I'm taking her out later on, but right now I'm at the office with Trevon going over the script.

I've been practicing all week, and I'm still struggling to remember this shit.

"Fuck, this bullshit, bruh," I threw the packet across the office. My legs started bouncing up and down real fast. I always do that when I'm tryna calm down from my anger.

"Malik, calm down," Trevon told me. "And don't be thrown shit 'round my office,"

"Sorry," I said biting my nails. I heard Trevon sigh, then mindlessly watched as he picked up my script, then sat next to me on the couch.

"Malik," he spoke, but I still stared at the wall in front of me biting my nails. "Malik!"

"Huh," I snapped my neck towards him. "Sorry, I just—Ion know Tre, this shit hard as fuck. Harder than I thought," I admitted.

He sighed again, "I know it's difficult, but you can't just get mad and give up, Malik," He grabbed my hand, which made me jump a bit, and almost punched him. "Relax," he chuckled, and put the script in my hand. "You can do it, just slow down. You got this,"

I nodded my head, looking down at the words again. I took a small breath before reciting my lines.

"Knock, knock, knock," Trevon created the sounds of me knocking on the door, looking at another copy of the script. "Who's there?" he made his voice high, pretending like he was Barbie, which made me laugh a bit.

"It's the TV Man," I said, making my voice a little deeper.

"That was good, Malik! See, you got it. You stressing' fa nothin'."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, nigga. Let's keep going,"

We recited the script for a few hours. It went better than I thought, and I even got through the first couple pages without looking at the end.

"Alright, Malik. I'm not staying' hur all day, you should practice wit Barbie tonight," he spoke as he grabbed his keys and jacket, walking out of his office, me after him. He locked the room, then we went to his car.

"Where you takin' ha et?" Trevon asked me as we pulled out of the parking lot.

I shrugged. "I wish I knew. No where expensive, I'm broke," I shook my head. "I can't wait to fuck her, so I can get some money,"

Trevon laughed at my comment which made me scowl because me being broke is not funny.

"Grab my wallet," he told me making me confused. "It's in my jacket in the back, grab it fa me,"

I reluctantly did as I was told, getting his Versace black wallet from out of one of his pockets. "Damn, nigga. A Versace wallet?"

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