Finally Famous

18.

Lexi...

"There's going to be a lot of people here." I said, walking across the stage with Fetty.

He wanted to go out and see what everything would be like before the actual concert started.

"How do you get up in front of all of those people?" I asked, sitting on a speaker.

He came and stood in between my legs. "I'on know." He shrugged. "I'm a shy nigga but I turn the fuck up on stage." He laughed.

I threw my arms around his neck. "Yes, this I know." I laughed as well. "My feet look okay?" I showed them to him in my sandals.

He grabbed my foot and looked down at it. "It look aight." He responded. "Why?"

I shrugged, dropping my foot. "Taya told me my feet were getting fat and swollen already. She almost made me cry." I sniffled.

He shook his head at me being sensitive and kissed my cheek. "She lyin'. They still cute as fuck."

"Aw, you think my feet are cute?"

"Come on, man." He groaned and moved away from me to look into the area where the crowd would be sitting.

I got up from sitting on the speaker.

I noticed that he was sagging a little bit, so I stared for a minute, hoping that he would catch the hint to pull up his pants.

But he decided to act stupid. So, I smacked his booty and obnoxiously laughed because he jumped back so quick.

"Man, gone on wit' that gay shit!" He yelled with an irritated look painted on his face.

I looked at his pants. "Pull them pants up then." I stated and crossed my arms across my chest.

"Is you serious?" He scrunched his face up at me. He still pulled up his pants though. "Don't touch my ass again. Ever." He scolded, pointing his index finger at me.

"Is it mine?" I asked, mocking him from earlier in the car.

"No, the fuck." He scoffed.

I scrunched my face up at him. "Bitch, that ass is mine if this ass is yours." I said with some humor in my voice. I was trying to hold back my laughter.

"You is not touchin' my ass." He said and I could tell that he was deadass about it. "Do that shit again and we fighting."

"Put your hands on me and I'll get my big brother on you." I threatened.

"Yeen even got a big brotha'." He laughed and pulled me into a hug.

"I know. I always wanted to say that though. Ooh that rhymed, motherfuckin' bars!" I squealed and jumped back. "Put me on ya' album cause this girl got that flow." I bragged, popping an imaginary collar.

"What's yo rapper name gone be?" Fetty teased.

"Lexi Wap." I immediately busted out laughing. That fit too well. "Rapper name," I thought for a minute. "Lil Lex. Like Lil Wayne. Boom." I joked.

He laughed and rolled his eyes, or should I say eye? "Okay." He replied, looking and sounding like Waka Flocka.

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