Rita POV
Chris poured a way more than healthy serving of Henny in his cup. Then he drank some. He looked at me. "What?" he asked.
"Do you drink heavily?"
"No. I just like to drink dark liquor. I feel as though it's stronger." he said killing the rest of the Henny. "So, what's been going on with you?" he asked. He sat his cup down. He looked at me.
"No, besides the fact that Royalty went back with Nia, what's got you so in the dumps?" He looked at the Henny sitting in front of him. I looked at it too. He went to grab it but I pulled it towards me. "Drinking doesn't make it better. Especially for Royalty."
He sighed. "Team breezy has been going off left and right on n!ggas. I've been going off left and right on n!ggas and b!tches that try to make me seem like an asshole. But, I'm not. This one person keeps bothering me about a f*cking hat that I've never heard of. Then this new thing pops up about someone and there d-o-r-d-e-r's blanket."
"What is that?"
"Exactly." he said. He cracked a smile.
"I think that you should really find a way, besides drinking and going off on people, to release your anger."
"Like what?"
"Write songs."
"Really?"
"Yes. I think, I need your help."
Chris POV
I looked at what she had down already. She looked at me. "I know it's not a lot but, I had a brain fart."
"Uh huh." I said.
"It's true."
"So what is this song about?" I asked. Rereading the same line over and over again.
"It's about me wanting to have sexually relations with another human being."
"Why you making it sound like you're an alien?"
"I am. I'm from Britain."
"No you're not. LIES YOU TELL." I said.
"I know. I know." she said smiling. "Do you think you canm added something?" she asked looking over my shoulder. She put her chin on my shoulder after a brief silence.
"I already have something." I said.
She took her chin off my shoulder. "Where?"
"In my noggin."
"Well that's not going to help me now." she said laughing.
I know what can. I thought when she looked at me.
"OK. OK." I said.
I took a pen off the table and wrote down the stuff on the paper.
Baby, let's cut down the lights
I just really wanna let this fire burn bright
I'm just telling you to have an open mind
Just imagine us .
She sang it some. "I like this Chris. You could be like a poet."
"I know right."
She pushed my shoulder. "You're really talented." she said.
"Thank you. I don't even try." I said looking at her. "But to be completely honest, it's not a lot."
"It's a lot more then what had."
"A real word would be more than what you had." I said laughing.
She pushed me again. "That's not funny Chris." I looked into her eyes. She smiled. "Can you stop looking at me like that. It makes me feel weird." she said.
"I want you to feel weird." I said. I looked at the clock. "I gotta go, but next time I see my mother on a dude, we can watch Netflix and chill."
"Chris."
"I was playing." I said walking out the door. I closed the door. "But then again I wasn't."
