Write About Me

Chapter Twenty-Two: Plot Twist

March 4th, 2005 - Harlem, New York

Christopher Brown.

"So what's today's agenda?" I asked Austin.

We were back in the supply room just going over moves of the day, well the week. I'd just gotten back from my day with Phabiola yesterday and couldn't feel more happier. We went on the ferry to Staten Island. Phabiola was much more different acting towards me. Like when I'd guide her through the crowd, she'd keep her hand held in mine. I was so nervous as we walked hand in hand. She never let go.. That lingered my mind the whole day. So many times I just wanted to say things and do things a grown ass man shouldn't want to with a sixteen year old. But, a nigga controlled hisself.

"Shit, you wanna go make a few drops? Rack up a few dollars?" Austin opted his idea.

"That sounds good. Don't we have a few people we gotta meet anyway?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah, but I gotta leave early. I gotta pick up Bri from school in an hour or so. Promised babygirl we'd have lunch at McDonald's today. Shit you'll do for kids man.." Austin huffed shaking his head.

I chuckled nodding as if I could agree with him.

"In a way I feel you bruh. Phabi got my ass going across town to get shit just for her and shit. Just trifling."

"Anyway, let's round up the narcotics and get our pasty asses downtown." Austin slapped my shoulder.

"You right, you right!" I chuckled, loading up the duffel bags with cocaine and such.

I become so accustomed to this, it's nothing. Just abide by the ten crack commandments and you should do just fine. I been working under the table since I was about fifteen and not once have I ever tried any of these products. Well, except weed but shit what drug dealer do you know doesn't occasionally get a gram or so and roll up? I never made it a habit. I haven't smoked a blunt in a year or so I think. It's been that long. I stick to cigarettes when I'm stressed, which isn't any better. Anyhow, we made our way to the drop car and Austin pulled off once we loaded up.

"Yo, you think you can handle it on your own after I leave? I'll come pick you up but, I made a promise-"

"Chill, Trey can come get me. His ass is driving his boss' car for the week." I pursed my lips, pushing my hand out in a gesture to tell him to chill.

"Aight, nigga. Let's get our asses down there." Austin pulled off down the main road of Harlem.

I felt so great inside. Still off the high of how much Phabiola showed emotion towards me yesterday. Ever since her birthday, I found her much more expressing of things. Like the other day she told me I looked fine as hell in the outfit I was wearing. At first it took me aback. I cursed at 'lil bit for cursing. Then, I blushed and thanked her. Like shit, baby you're beautiful everyday. If only I could tell her shit. Tell her how she makes a nigga feel and how much he's in love with her. Two more years Chris. If that long..

Not too long after my deep overthinking, we arrived at the hotspot downtown. We parked in the alley, walking towards the apartment we normally operate out of.

"Aight man, let's make a bet!" Austin suggested as we walked down to the awaiting customers.

Normally Keeis would've been dropped but he's outta town with his girlfriend. Some family reunion with her fam.

"Aight, what's up?" I raised my brow, nodding my head up once.

"Bet you can't sell more than me today."