Jacques 'Travis Scott' Webster
It's been two weeks since Freezy has hit a nigga back with a text. And I'm in New York now so its not like I can just drop by her crib and ask what's up. A younger nigga making moves.
"How do you like these prints? Be truthful because you're going to be wearing them in the magazine." My new manager, Roger asked.
He had been holding up two tee's one polka dot and other bape like. "I'll take the bape." I say walking off into the living room area.
We were in some hotel in Soho, New York choosing clothing for Rolling Stone Magazine Cover. They chose La Flame for a close up.
"Come here Trav. You need to focus." Roger had been stressing me out and I truly like the guy so I don't want to spaz out on him.
"Listen dweeb, I rock whatever I want to. I'm none of this excites me." I say referring to the many of clothes placed on a rack.
"Now give me an hour and I'll go bug a bunch of shirts and pants to wear." I mean we are in New York, I can find some closer easily.
"We don't have an hour!" His voice grew mound as he slapped the polka dot shirt on the ground. "This is why you hire a stylist Travis!"
"I don't need a stylist. I can do this on my own." I've been dressing myself since I was three and I don't need any help. My fans seem to like it.
"Goodbye Roger." I show him to the door with his confused look. I place my phone on the round table and quickly make a few calls.
In twenty minutes I hear a knock on my door. "C'mon nigga's."
In comes legendary Ian Connor and a bunch of pack nigga's. Ian had multiple fly shit in his hands with hats and everything.
"Good thing you called because I was about I hop on the subway to Harlem." Ian joked.
I've known Ian for a while now. He's a cool as motherfucker.
"Did you see that stressed out white guy outside? I mean he's three five seconds from crying." Ian cracked a laugh while holding up a pink dolphin shirt.
"I'm feeling that shit." I grab the shirt from his hand and place it on my body. "Thanks kid." I hand him two hundred dollars for the clothes.
I place my phone to my ear because it had been ringing. I didn't mind on looking at the caller id. "Hello?"
"Hey Jac. Where ya' at I'm trying to hang." Freezy's voice seemed slurred, like she was drunk.
"I'm in New York Freezy. You drunk?" I look at my clock and its 3:45 pm. What is she doing drunk at this time of day. Then again it's Freezy, she loves alcohol and parties.
"She fine Trav?" Ian questioned while he sat on the lightly colored couch with his feet propped up on the table.
"Maybe baby." She replied burning in the midst. "Pweeeases!" She whined.
Her being drunk was funny but there was nothing I could do. "I'm sorry Freezy but I'm in New York. I can't hang withcha'." I reply.
"Fuck you Jac." With that she hung up. I placed my phone in my pocket and made my way down to the shoot.
Kish Flex
Entering the trap on my day off from spying on Francesca. She seemed to be flying under my radar and not doing anything out of the blue. I made my way into Los' office. He seemed to be on a high these past days.
"I'm here to tell you Fran hasn't seen any other man this past week." I spoke. Los glared at me with his big brown eyes.
"Good." He nodded his head. "I think I was overreacting."
"Woah now, you still don't know what she was doing two hours out of town for." I bring up the jail incident again. We still don't know why she was there in the first place.
"What jail was it called again?" He questioned.
"TDC los' stay focus man." I say re jogging his memory. He was out of it.
"Hm look up Wanda Strikes. What prison did she go to." He sat down his cigar for a second as he watched me intensively.
Francesca "Freezy" Tulip
I can't believe it, Taylor did some type of mind trick on me and got me drunk. After chugging down ten shots from a rainbow drink I had have enough. I demanded her on taking me home.
Taylor is a god friend of mine. She actually dared me to dye my hair red. I lost the bet so I had to do the dare. I like the color but it's time to go back to my natural hue.
"Bitch you passed the fucking turn." I say slurring a little.
"Shut up I got this Fran!" She yelled taking the next turn. We rode down a dark pathway for about ten minutes before I blacked out.
In the passenger seat of Taylor's ride.
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