𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

❝ WE'RE JUST TWO LOST SOULS  ❞
NEW YORK, PLUG'S CRIB

YOU SIT ON HIS COUCH WHILST HE MIXES THE LEAN HE GOT YOU. "What happened to your face?" Javion, your plug asked. "Got jumped." You nonchalantly said as you take the lean from his hand that was lending you it. Javion's brows crinkle. "Oh really? Someone would jump a pretty girl like you?" He asked, doubting the situation at end.

You nod as you take a sip out of your cup, the hard flavor going down your throat. "Clearly, look at my face." You say a bit rudely. Javion's expression stayed straight. "Quite disrespectful mouth you got." He said looking at you. You rub your face. "My fault, these couple days been hard." You explain.

He mouth smirks. "I can tell." He said slickly. Your brows push down at his little comment. You look over at him, giving him a chance to fix his mouth but he doesn't. "Watch ya tone or that smirk finna get slapped off ya face" You say looking him up and down.

His brows crinkle. "Shut up bitch, take your weed and pills and leave my house." He said roughly. "Can't even be nice to you whores of females." He continued with the rambling. "Stupid fucking bit—" He said, before you got up and punched him and slapped his head and snatch your weed, pills and the lean cup and leave.

You sit on your bed,rubbing your face trying to find an escape of your mixed up reality. Everyone who you ever known for ya whole life completely switched up over something that wasn't even your fault.

You lick your lips, your lips being coated with your saliva and the weed scent. You sigh off the deep feeling of betrayal in your heart and go on your phone. Nobody was blowing up your phone checking if you were okay, it was completely as if you didn't matter anymore.

You go to post a boomerang of the inside of your lean cup. You put a text on it and type, "im hurting I need my bros back, promise that what u think going on isn't what you think💔💔"

You post the story and get up. You sigh as you order a Uber so you could go to the studio and vent out your feeling atleast. You don't believe in therapy as much so just rapping your feelings would help you at the most.

Getting to the studio was a bit hard because it's around your block, the DOA members were like bats, only coming out at night. You weren't risking to get jumped tonight.

You get into the studio and see the producer who has been here for you for your whole career. "Wassup wit you girl." Carter, your producer said as he stood up and dabbed you up.

You smile. "Nun." You reply. "I'm here to make some music though, you got beats my heart?" You asked. He smiled. "Do I got beats? I'm a producer, whatever you can think of I got you." Carter said.

Carter was brown skin, he had full dark eyebrows, bottom gold teeth grills, his eyes were brown, he had his afro tied in a bun. Carter had tons of hair. He was also tall, he had mad height on him which was a turn on in your book.

But one thing that added to y'all's chemistry was that Carter was your ex. Not the ex you date once and never do it again. He was addicting, and had such an alluring feeling to him which always made you draw to him.

Carter spoke up, silencing your train of thought. "What music are you trying to create today Ms. Flock onnem." He said, his tone was clearly showing he was playing. "Diss track, I guess." You say.

He smiled as his brow raised. "For who?" He asked. "Kayflock, Dthang..." You say before continuing. "Everyone who left me and is trying to destroy me and my career." You say. Carter smiled. "Never want to go out sad huh?" He said. "Never." You say.

"Alright. I got a beat for you, get in the booth." He said. "If you can't rap on it let me know." He continued. You nodded as you got in the booth. The beat started, a beat you actually liked. You began to rap on it, bringing up personal shit, petty shit, dissing them as a person.

Hours later you're done with the song. "I wanna drop it today, Carter." You say. Carter nods as he continued working on the song. "I got you, you always know I got you." Carter said softly, his brown eyes focused on the computer. His voice was seductive uncontrollably.

He continued working on the computer. You sat on the chair that was next to him, watching him do his music magic. "I appreciate you for letting me come to the studio with you... And letting me make a song." You said. "Especially with what happened with our last break up." She said.

Their last break up was due to her being bat shit insane and fighting every girl-artist he'd work with. There was videos and videos of you beating the female artist's asses because they came close to your man.

You were a psycho, but the media loved it. When you got locked up your career boosted with the videos. 

Carter nodded. "Don't worry about it, it's okay it's in the past sweetheart." Carter said as he looked over at you, creating eye contact with you. His eyes were always low because he was always fried. His eyes were a dangerous thing to use when he's talking to you.

You both held eye contact. Your long eyelashes batting themselves softly at him. After seconds of eye contact, he leaned forward and you did as well. Your lips meeting each other once again in a while, his hand going to the back of your head. He was kissing you as if it'd be the last kiss he'd ever give you.

He passionately kissed you, holding your head firmly. His rough hands that were so soft on your skin keeping you still. After the couple seconds of a makeout session you gave him you pulled away.

If you didn't pull away you guys would've been kissing for hours on end. "I missed you." Carter said. His hands going to the rest on your chair. Your eyes were tatted on his lower arm so looking down was a great sight.

Carter was your everything. But now he's just your favorite ex. "I missed you too" You said. "I miss us." Carter said. You smiled. "You miss us?" You asked. "Yeah, I do. I miss yo crazy ass." He said. You smile. "I'll see you tomorrow Carter." You say before getting up slowly.

Carter's eyebrows furrow as he watches you walk away.

An hour later, you're home. You sit on your bed, thinking about everything that happened at the studio with Carter. Your heart fluttered, you definitely needed that moment in your life right now.

You settle into bed, you were in your comfortable clothes, excited for tomorrow.

It's the next day and you texted Carter, asking for the song so you could drop it. He sent you it and you put a snippet on your story, titling the song as "SWITCH UPK" basically making it forward and straight that it was about the people you didn't fw anymore.

It got posted on PDL instantly, gaining a lot of attraction.

> @reywayKarrah : She talkin😂😂 Lowkey

> @SlimeyGrizzy : "Bitch you got slapped wit da gun don't spin my block for fun" Na who she tb? 😂😂😂

> @dthangracks : Shawty talking even tho ts a diss against me 😂😂😂😂🤫

> @ramorachrist : purrddd

> @jahbabyy : she snapped folkkkk 😫😫. 

> @reywaykillerzzzz : Shawt fire

> @theoffical_kayflock : Yeah aight 😂😂 Cuzzo shoulda fucked her vocal cords out her throat
> @theoffical_kayflock : Opp thots 🤦🏽‍♂️

> @kenzobee : 🤣🤣🤣💚💚

> @kev_gz : Should just come to the towers, ya crew don't want you muddy 😂😂🤣🤣

> @shetootea : mk clock it!

Kevin would then go on his story and post on his story, saying "Opp thots tryn be relevant, mannnn🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂"

You smile at his response, finding it funny. She thought it was so funny.