In "Miles Away," a spin on "8 mile". Jimmy, faces struggles with battles, family, and living arrangements. His love interest, Trish Chanel, is the sister of Future, the battle host. Trish hangs with The Free World even though her brother and his cre...
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I stirred in my sleep, vaguely aware of someone shaking me. "Rabbit, wake up....Wake up!" Cheddar's urgent voice cut through my grogginess, irritating me as I reluctantly opened my eyes.
Blinking against the harsh light filtering through the window, I squinted at Cheddar. "What the hell, Cheddar??" I grumbled, my voice rough from sleep. Sitting up slowly, I felt the stiffness in my muscles protest the sudden movement.
I also thought somethin' was wrong so I felt a slight panic.
Cheddar's face lit up with excitement. "Can you make pancakes?" he asked eagerly.
I let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand over my face. "Seriously, dawg? It's too damn early for this," I muttered, feeling a mix of annoyance and exhaustion washing over me.
But looking at Cheddar's eager expression softened my irritation.
"Fine, yo." I relented, pushing myself off the couch and stumbling towards the kitchen.
As I shuffled across the room, my bare feet cold against the hardwood floor, I reached out to flick on the lights. The sudden brightness made me squint again, my eyes struggling to adjust to the glare.
I found a pan in a cabinet, some pancake batter, butter and all that I needed before I turned the burner on and started cooking.
As I cracked eggs and mixed batter, my head scrambled, still thinkin' bout Janeane and what happened last night at the parking lot. Shit could have went terribly wrong and if I just kept my temper low, that wouldn't have even been a possibility. I've just have a lot goin on...and after I left my moms I still had anger in me...And all them people makin' fun of me. Why do I care so much?...Cause this is one my dreams and people are bringin me down, day by day. It ain't fun, yo...
Trish's friend emerged from the hallway—Cutting off my thoughts as her hair tousled from sleep. "I smell pancakes," she remarked with a yawn, her voice soft and groggy.
I just glanced over at her, too tired to engage, while the weight of yesterday's chaos lingered in the back of my mind. The tension in the parking lot, the confrontation with Floyd—it all felt too fresh. It wasn't that big of a deal, I was just heated.
"Where's Future?" She asked, her eyes scanning the room expectantly.
I shrugged nonchalantly as I flipped a pancake. "Probably slumped in his room, or out taking care of business—I ain't seen him." I replied casually.
Trish's friends brow furrowed. "You gonna make pancakes for everyone?" she asked, her stomach growling audibly.
I sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. "I was just planning on fixin somethin for Cheddar.., I ain't got the energy to feed all of you. I ain't ya daddy." I said, already dreading the thought of having to cater to everyone's hunger.
