Lost Love

Lost Love: Get Ya Girl

Los Angeles, California
12:30 p.m.
December 2nd, 2015
August Anthony Alsina

"Hey baybeh." I kissed Nika's neck. She giggled and turned to me.

"Hey baby." She stood on ha' toes ta' kiss me. "Ya so short."

"You so tall. You want something to eat? I can make you something real quick."

"Yea I want a burger wit' you on da' side."

"I think I can make that happen." I leaned in ta' kiss when somebody interrupted us. "Uh Nika, can I talk to you?"

"What do you want?"

"Kae just-"

"Wait before you say anything, that bitch sent me a note telling me to stay away from you and she came here not too long ago and started harassing me. Did she tell you about that?"

"No but-"

"Exactly so don't tell me what she told you."

"Yo man, ya need ta' check wit' ya guh befo' comin' ta' Nika wit' dat shit. Na' gone, get outta hea'."

"Thank you baby." I pulled ha' closer and kissed ha'. I licked ha' bottom lip fa' entrance and she accepted. Our tongues wrestled fa' dominance and I won.

"Wanna come ta' da' studio wit' me?"

"Yea lemme get my purse." I let ha' go and waited fa' ha' ta' grab ha' stuff and we left.

Onika Tanya Miraj

"Hey Nika. Wassup Aug." Trey hugged me. I hugged him and kissed his cheek. I seen Chyna on Mike's lap.

"How did you beat us here?"

"My car is faster." He answered. I seen Chris in the booth with his bitch. She can't sing. She can't rap.

"Aye bae, come sit down." August patted his lap. I sat down and he started playing with my feet. "Stop. That tickles!" I giggled uncontrollably.

"Nika, if you here, who watching the diner?"

"Oh yea. Nick closed early since nobody was coming in."

"Good. So me and Mike got a day to ourselves."

"Ugh freaks."

"Like you the one to talk. Ain't no tellin' what you and August be doin' behind closed doors."

"You'll have to ask August." They came out the booth and sat on the couch next to us. I clutched onto August tighter. "Calm down baybeh. I promise I won't let ha' get ta' ya."

"M'kay."

"Aight so what we supposed to do while we here?"

"Nika ya wanna try sum?"

"Like what, singing?"

"Mhm. Yea. C'mon." He took me in the booth and gave me a pair of headphones. "Jus' sing whateva come ta' mind."

"I'd rather rap."

"Kay do you, ma."

Spirit of Mary Lynn, calling me. Audibly balling she said that she would never leave. Continue to torture me. Telling me to come with her, underneath my comforter. Then she brought a gun with her. Pills and some rum with her. Took me on the balcony. Telling me to jump with her. Yea I'm in the ghost but I ain't doing stunts with her. I ain't tryna be that. Haters wanna see that. But I got 'em aggy, cause I win the gold like gabby.