(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 66: Seafood Stuffed Salmon

Please excuse ANY errors.

April 11, 1999

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

Some associates and friends of mine and Dalvin are currently at my home. For some reason, they all decided they'd show up at my house and hang out here. They've been here for about three hours, but I don't mind because earlier in the day, I already completed my itinerary, which was surprisingly short today. I went to the studio and my braider, my cousin, braided my hair while at the studio. After that, I went straight home.

Tia left me alone in her home all alone early in the morning to pamper herself. She left so early that I didn't even see her this morning. When I woke up, she was already gone, so she wasted no time and has been away for a while. However, I did speak to her over the phone, but that was also this morning in the midst of her receiving a hair laser treatment.

"This nigga is straight ASS!" Dalvin shouted with his hands on his head as if he were in the depths of despair.

I laughed aloud, "damn. Dalvin, you're dramatic as fuck."

"But did he lie?" JoJo asked me.

"This nigga cheated though," Stephen pointed his hand at the TV. "Man, did you see that shit?" He looked at me.

"Shut yo dumb ass up!" Cole spoke while laughing. "We ALL know that every time somebody is losing, the loser will claim the winner or winners cheated."

"Damn," is all Jacob said.

Cole brought Jacob over with him and Dalvin attempted to bring Pac, BUT he's in the mix of this West Coast and East Coast beef with a target on his back. I'm not trying to get caught in the crossfire, and I told my brother the same shit in Pac's face. I ain't got shit against that man, but to me it seems as if the people who don't have shit to do with anything are the ones who get hurt the most or killed. I don't need that shit at my crib where me and my lady sometimes lay out heads, and I don't need my brother being caught in the crossfire either. You never know when people are watching. That beef shit has been going on for too damn long.

There are plenty of perceived rumors going around that he has a target on his back and the same shit goes for the Notorious B.I.G. We're all getting old and that shit is still occurring. Shit never stopped either. More music is constantly being put out to add fire to the fuel on both sides. People are adding themselves to the beef too. Anywho, we haven't been playing video games all damn say. When they first came, we were in my home studio for a while, so that killed a lot of time.

"Fuck it. Let me play this nigga," I waved my hand towards myself, telling Stephen to hand me the controller.

"AHT! Don't even think about it. It's my turn, homie," Bryce (Bryce Wilson; Groove Theory) grabbed the remote before I could.

"This-" Before Ronnie (Devoe) could get his words out, Bryce interrupted.

"Hey, don't you say a damn thing, Skeletor," Bryce gave him a look.

"Better him than De," Dalvin shrugged.

"Can't say that shit about me no more," I laughed.