How Do U Want It?

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"Happy birthday to Dre, happy birthday dear homie, happy birthday to you," a group of thugs sung to Dre as he tried not to laugh at their mediocracy.

Dre was turning 22 today, all of his friends were here, and he couldn't be happier. I loved seeing Dre smile, he does so much for myself and others, seeing the favor being returned was an amazing feeling.

I even invited some of my friends too, Dre was cool with everybody.

As I sat on the couch, watching everyone have fun, my eyes fell on Eazy, who was drowning a 40 oz malt liquor.

My mind trailed back to a few months ago, when he lashed out at me. Since then I've taken my hustle more seriously, and I slowly but surely regained his trust.

We were talking like we used to, but from my point of view, it didn't feel the same.

I walked out of the room to go get a pop from the kitchen. As I skimmed through the fridge, a pair of hands covered my eyes followed by a, "Guess who?"

A cheesy grin grew on my face as I recognized the voice, "Amaru."

Tupac laughed and turned me around to pull me into a hug, "What I tell you about calling me by my middle name," he said, "Belly."

I pushed him off of me and laughed, "Don't call me that!"

He sucked his teeth and smirked, "Whateva. Come on, Snoop, Big, and Faith are in the backyard." Tupac grabbed my hand and led me to the back door.

"Ebelle!" Faith shouted at me with a grin.

"Hey y'all." I smiled and gave everyone a hug.

"You act like you ain't just see us at school yesterday." Snoop jokingly retorted.

"Fuck you!" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I ain't gonna lie, its been a minute since all of us actually been together. I mean, outside of school." Big added in.

"We all just so busy, man." Tupac shrugged.

My friends and I all chatted over pizza and pop, we laughed and had a good time.

It was getting dark, so I grabbed the kerosene lamps and placed several of them around us. The lamps gave out a warm atmosphere, I loved it.

We were talking about something useless, until we heard the back door open, causing the conversation to cease and everyone to turn their heads.

Eazy appeared with another drink in his hand. The loud noise of voices and music coming from inside the house was all you could hear.

"Well, well well, what do we have here Ebelle?" Eazy said monotonously. Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows and stayed silent, waiting on him to further explain.

"Who is this?" He gestured to Tupac, whom I laid my head against.

"My boyfriend, Tupac." I simply said.

"Since when did you have a boyfriend?"

"Since when did you ever care who I associated with?"

Everyone was silent, watching the debate between Eazy and I.

"Who you think you speakin' to that way?" Eazy spat back.

I rose from my seat and stood in front of Eazy. "You. I'm talking to you, Eric Lynn Wright. You have no real authority over me, therefore I can speak to you any way I want."

He stayed silent for a second. Then he began again, "Point blank period, you not supposed to be havin' no fuckin' boyfriend."

"And who the fuck said that?" I questioned him with a frown.