𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | 𝙎𝘽

007.

Excuse any spelling errors ✨

TREVON, TERRY AND CASADA were lounging on the worn-out couches in Terry's basement, the sounds of video games & the smell of weed filled the room.

Casada nudged Trevon playfully, "Come on, man, just admit that you like Kayli."

Trevon shook his head and laughed, trying to focus on the screen. "I don't know what you talking about bro," he muttered.

"Nigga please," Terry chimed in with a grin. "We saw the way you were watching her during the barbecue."

Trevon shook his head, "No, I don't. We're just friends."

"Sure, sure," Casada said, laughing.

Trevon sighed, feeling cornered but determined to keep his feelings to himself. "It ain't nothing to admit, man, plus she's in a relationship."

Terry smacked his lips, "Whatever you say man, but don't say I didn't tell you so, when you're writing songs about shorty ass."

The teasing continued, the boys' laughter echoing through the basement. Trevon tried to keep his cool, but the persistent jokes were getting to him.

After smoking what seemed like a whole zip, the laughter eventually calmed down and Trevon began to check his phone. Realizing the time was nearing 2:00, he wanted to head to the studio to finish some touches on his album, he planned on releasing his album before the summer.

Trevon stood up and brushed the imaginary dust of his jeans, "I got a session at the studio, I'll fuck with y'all later."

"Oh, Mr. Big Time," Terry teased, throwing a pillow at him. "Too busy making beats to hang with us now huh?

Trevon caught the pillow and tossed it back. "Nah, you know I can't pass up on studio time. Besides, one of us gotta move all of us out the hood."

Casada grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Go make some hits, superstar. Just don't forget us when you're famous."

Trevon chuckled headed for the door. "I'll see y'all niggas later man!"

As he walked out, he could still hear them laughing and joking, the warmth of their commentary lingering even as he stepped into the cool evening air.

Trevon climbed into his car, and started the engine. He pulled out of Terry's driveway, his mind drifting as he drove through the familiar streets of his old neighborhood. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the houses and trees, and the radio played softly in the background.

His thoughts wandered back to Kayli. He couldn't deny that he liked her, but he wasn't ready to admit it to his friends, let alone to himself. The studio was his sanctuary, a place where he could lose himself in the music and forget about everything else, even if just for a few hours.

He thought about the track he was working on, envisioning the layers of sound and the intricate details he wanted to add. The studio was just a few miles away now, and he felt a surge of excitement. This was where he could be himself, where the world's distractions faded away, and he could focus on creating something meaningful.

Pulling into the parking lot, Trevon took a deep breath and smiled. Today was going to be productive, and he was ready to dive into the music. He grabbed his belongings and headed inside, feeling a sense of calm and purpose wash over him.

As Trevon walked into the studio, he was greeted by the familiar smell of weed and soundproof walls. His producer G was hunched over the mixing console.

G looked up and grinned. "Yo, Skilla! Ready to work man?"

Trevon smiled back, crossing the room to dap him up. "You already know, let's get to it."