think about you

chapter one.

Gerald laid there on the couch, his leg sprawled across and the other dangling off. He had his iPhone in the palm of his hands scrolling through his Instagram feed and liking pictures from last night. He came across a picture of three fine girls, The caption read "From the Bay to LA, thank you to my girls for visiting me during my birth week." One of the girls caught his attention. Her hair was tousled in loose waves and parted in the middle. It framed her face very well. Her dress emphasized her curves and Gerald couldn't help but double tap.

Gerald nearly dropped it when he heard the door to his house door open. He looked up and saw his boys walk in casually as if it were their place as well.

"Damn G, you're still on the couch?" Ant asked. "I just left about a couple hours ago and your ass is in the same position I left you. You crashing from all the drugs you did last night?"

Gerald couldn't help chuckle a bit. "Fuck you, Ant. Why is your ass always at my place anyway?" he asked finally sitting up.

"To make sure your ass gets shit done," Ant laughed back. "Last I recall, you bought this crib for you mom and brother."

"So what're your plans for today, G?" Marty asked. "It's our last day before we gotta go back to LA in a couple hours."

Gerald shrugged as he stood up and made his way to one of the bedrooms. He changed out of his joggers and into a pair of black jeans. He grabbed his leather jacket that was sitting on the bed and slid his arms into those before touching up on his hair.

"Probably visit some family friends. What are y'all up to?" he asked.

Marty and Ant both knew what that meant, but they ignored it and both shrugged. "Probably spend time with our families. Just wanted to make sure your ass was up though."

"I'm up," Gerald laugh. "I'll see you guys back here in a few."

Gerald, Marty, and Ant all walked out of the house, locking it behind them. He waved to his boys as they continued walking to their car and while he continued walking to the bus stop down the corner from his mother's place. He put his Ray Bans on; he eyes were still trying to adjust to the sunlight and all the drugs from the night before made him feel like shit. As one of the buses arrived, he hopped on, inserting money into the dispenser before finding himself a seat.

Riding on the bus brought back many memories for Gerald. He'd use to ride the bus to school all the time and pretty much everywhere, that was if he didn't have his bike. Gerald didn't need a car, especially living out in the city. His two feet were convenient enough as well as the public transportation.

He finally came to his stop and thanked the bus driver as he hopped off. Once he stepped foot on the pavement, he dug his hands deep into his pockets and let out a deep sigh. He began heading down the block and then stopped at a familiar house. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently like he used to when he was younger.

"Gerald," he could hear the smile in the lady's voice as she opened the door for him. "It's so nice to see you again."

She greeted him with open arms in which he couldn't refuse. He embraced her with a hug and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"You know I can never leave Oakland without saying bye to you," he smiled.

"Still handsome as ever," she tapped his nose. "Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable."

He nodded as he began heading to the living room. He grabbed a seat on the couch and waited for her to come back from the kitchen with some drinks.

"I'm glad to see you're doing better," he yelled so she could hear.

Before he knew it, she came back with two cups of whiskey on the rocks. She handed a cup to him while she took a seat right by him.

"I feel a lot better," she smiled. "Thank you for always visiting whenever you're in town, Gerald. I really appreciate it."

"No problem ma'am," he chuckled as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"You don't have to call me ma'am," she giggled as she took a sip of her whiskey as well.

"Force of habit," he nervously chuckled. "You're like another mom to me Mrs. Gillard, you've been there for my family growing up and the least I can do is pay my respects to you and your family."

Mrs. Gillard blushed and rolled her eyes, trying to cover it up. "Stop it Gerald, you know damn well your mother would have done the same for my family too. Speaking of, how are Suzanne and James?"

Gerald hung his head low. He didn't want to tell her that he barely spoke to either his mother or brother once he got back. And if he did tell her, she would just scold him like any mother would to spend more time with them.

"They're both good," he smiled. "She's been meaning to come over, spend some time with you, make sure you and Mr. G are both doing okay since it's just you two here now."

"Your mom is such a kind woman, and she raised such a fine gentleman." Mrs. Gillard smiled. "Tell her she can stop by any time and that I miss her. I haven't seen her since the beginning of the year."

"I definitely will," he chuckled.

Gerald and Mrs. Gillard continued their conversation about work, his career, and how tour had been going for him. Same stuff as usual. About an hour or so, her husband came home and Gerald greeted him before he realized the time and had to head out.

Once he got home, he began to pack his things.His brother and mother were finally home from work and he said bye to them, notsure when he'd see them again. He gave James a hug and kissed his mother on theforehead. He packed his stuff on the bus and said bye to his family one moretime before they began to head out to LA.    

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"Thank you LA, have a good night!" he yelled into the microphone before leaving the stage.

Gerald was dripping in sweat and he definitely needed a change of clothes. More like a warm shower. Good thing he decided to end the tour in LA so he could go to back to his new penthouse right after the show.

"Yo G, are you heading home?" Marty asked.

"Yeah," he replied as he changed his shirt and threw on his hoodie. "I'm going to wash up there. I'm tired as fuck, I just wanna lay in bed and knock out."

"Fasho," Marty nodded his head. "See you tomorrow then."

"Sounds good," Gerald chuckled. "See you later, fam."

Marty and Gerald did their little handshake before Gerald parted way. He had his bodyguard drive him home. Once Gerald was home, he threw his suitcase on his bed and grabbed whatever clean shirt he could find. He grabbed a fresh pair of briefs and began to head to his bathroom and turn the shower on.

After the most needed shower, he began to get ready for bed. He just wanted to lay in bed and have the night to himself. Gerald headed to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey in his cabinet. He drank straight from the bottle. It was probably the worst idea ever; he ended up lighting a blunt and doing a couple lines.

However, he felt more drunk than high. He grabbed his phone and began to go through his contacts. He hit the call button and was sent to voicemail.

"Hey," he spoke softly into the phone. "It's me G. I don't know if you're getting my calls but I just wanted to say hi. I came across your picture and I just wanted to let you know I fucking miss you. I'm pretty fucking on right now, so I'm sorry if I don't make sense." He rambled. "I hope you get this message. Take care. Bye."

Gerald hung up the phone and before he knew ithe came crashing down. His face met the pillow and before he knew it, he was out cold.