Be Together

When Katy Cats Attack

"Hi Dip Dip." I answered bae's call.
"Hi baby. The party start yet?"
"Nah, Ri here but she just wanted to get her plate early. Hungry ass." She hit me.
"I'm a G with these two bullet wounds girl don't play." I laughed.
"Where you at?"
"Chilling with the boys. I'll be there in a hour or so. Want me to bring anything?"
"Nah, just bring yourself."
"Okay, baby. See you later."
"See you." I hung up.
"So you and Wes are together now?"
"Yes," I smiled.
"He's been touring so we haven't been able to be booed up with him." I unwrapped the fish to start seasoning it.
"I don't want you to feel stuck in the middle with me and Katy. We don't have to talk about it."
"Girl, I'm on your side. Katy is a trip. She told me so many times she never felt anything for Diplo. Now she acting like you stole her first love. She need to stop."
"I don't want this to start a riff between us."
"Niema this ain't your fault. Katy and I would talk about how obvious it was that you and Diplo had a thing for each other. I'm just annoyed with how she coming at you. Have y'all talked?"
"I called her but she isn't picking up."
"Fuck her then... no fuck Diplo." I laughed.
"I want to so bad but I think we should get tested first."
"Because he's a hoe?"
"He's my hoe. Hopefully my clean hoe."
"You don't even fuck around though. Now Diplo on the other hand."
"I'm not gonna be rude and tell him get a needle stuck in you while I watch."
"Sounds kinda kinky to me." We laughed.
"I'm done with you."
Around six everyone started coming through. I got a few unexpected gifts. All very thoughtful. My phone got a text as I put out the kabobs.
Wes: I'm pulling up now
I went out to my frontyard. Wes was walking up looking sexy in black bomber jacket, a gray t-shirt, black joggers, and some Converse.
"Hello handsome." He put his arms around me and kissed me. He grabbed my butt with both his hands. I ran my hands under his shirt and up his back.
"You miss me?" He asked after breaking our kiss.
"Yeah, and I can tell you missed me." I said pressing me body against his.
"Very much." He said.
"Come inside before all the kabobs are gone." I held his hand and walked him inside.

Diplo's POV

Mm it smells good in here. I love Niema's cooking. I said hello to everyone in the party. We run in the same circles, so everyone was mutual.
"You want a drink?" She asked going into her kitchen.
"What you drinking?"
"Mike's Hard Lemonade." I looked at her funny. She needs a Hennessy endorsement as much as she drinks of that.
"I'm not trying to get fucked up. Now what you want?"
"Just a beer." She grabbed me a High Life.
"You want a tip?" I smiled at her. She kissed me.
"I really do." I followed her outside.
"Aw, look at the couple." Rihanna's make up artist, Rodney, yelled out.
"Can you two have a super cute and talented baby now?"
"Woah there. We are no where near that point." I would get Niema pregnant right now.
"I need to check on the grill. Sit, chill." She told me.
"Yeah, you better not get me sick off some raw chicken girl." She shook her head and left.
"How are you doing, Wes? I heard you had got roughed up at the club too." Justine asked me. She's another song writer. Not as good as my girl, but she got some number ones.
"I'm good. Got banged up, but nothing too crazy."
"Like no one is fucking with MMG or 50's people anymore." Rodney said. Rihanna came and sat next to him.
"Fuck them niggas. People who had nothing to do with what happened making apologies. Dre gave money to a family that got affected. Em reached out to Niema-" Rihanna stopped when Niema walked up.
"Y'all I don't have PTSD or anything. You guys can talk about what happened." She was looking for a place to sit. I pulled her down onto my lap.
"Always wanted to sit here." She laughed looking back at me.
"Marshall did reach out to me to apologize. He said 50 is in a lot of legal drama so he can't talk." She lit a gold paper wrapped joint. She looks so hot when she's smoking weed. I can't get hard right now. Focus on the story.
"I really don't care. I'm back to being a 100 now. I gave my statement, I answered all the detectives questions. I'm wiping my hands of this." She puffed it then passed it to me.
"Only person I don't understand right now is Katy. I'm on entertainment news every day because of her. People calling asking for interviews. I like being a non factor. She's stopping that."
"I'm surprised you haven't said something on Twitter yet, Wes. You came at Flo Rida real quick."
"Ms. Williams keeps telling me not to. I would have been told that bitch we never had shit, and to leave Niema alone." Niema held my hand.
"I don't want all this twitter beef. Katy looks like she's yelling at a wall. So, Ri don't throw any shade at her."
"I ain't making no promises. I don't like when people talk about my friends. You way too nice sometimes. Let her ass now Wes' dick belongs to you now, and if she don't like it she ain't invited to the wedding."
"I second that." Niema laughed.
"Let me feed y'all crazy asses."