Travel and Awgis in the mm 😍😍😩
Travis
I was headed home from dropping Callie off with Tima's mom. It was going on 3 weeks and she was still incarcerated. They basically had her and her friend for fraud, money laundering, and identity theft.
From what her mom was saying she'd be in there for a while. Her court date was in October and we were only a couple days into September.
It was my lil brother birthday and we were having a little kick back at the house. Nothing major just a couple people we knew and the girls.
Aug didn't like to be over the top so this was the only idea he actually agreed to. The nigga was complicated.
When I got to the house Bella was running her mouth on the phone. It had to be Yolanda cuz that's all they did was gossip.
"Baybeh why ya gotta be so messy? Ya really think dem celebrities care wat y'all think?" I asked laying on top of her as she laid across the couch.
"Uhhh duhhh. Why else would they put stuff out there? They want me to see and comment on it baby." She said with a serious face.
I just shook my head getting up going to August's room.
"Aye yung?" I knocked on his door making a beat.
"Its open." I let myself in.
Sitting down on the little black leather couch he had in his room I got comfortable.
He was laid out across his bed smoking a blunt with his eyes low.
He extended it out to me and I grabbed it taking a few puffs. We passed it back and forth until it was gone.
"Happy birthday lil nigga. Ya 21 na wats da move?" I asked feeling the weed kick in causing my body to relax more into the couch.
"Preshate dat. But ain't shit just glad ta still be alive ya kno? Like a nigga coulda been dead coulda still been pushin' dope. Ya feel me? Jus glad ta be livin' God put me here fa a reason. It's a beautiful ass day outside. Birds chirpin and shit. So I gotta keep pu-"
"Nigga I asked one question da fuck is ya ramblin bout? Dats why ion ask ya shit." I shook my head.
"Fuck you." He flipped me off.
The room was silent as we both were thinking I guess.
I had a lot on my mind but I wasn't really stressing about nothing. A nigga was happy. I mean yea it was unfortunate how some shit was playing out but I had to make the best out of it.
"Aye trav?" I nodded letting him know I was listening.
"Ya ever wonda' what shit would be like if Mel was still hea'? Like would mama love us still if he hadn't passed and shit?"
I was sure how much he'd smoked before I came into his room but he had to be high off the shits. Aug never I mean never just out the blue discussed his feelings. So his actions caught me off guard.
Pulling at my facial hairs I took in what he was asking.
I missed my brother hell we all did and I won't say that after he passed shit was back to normal cuz it was far from it.
"Honestly I dnt kno. I would love ta believe dat if he was here shit would be way betta but ion kno. And as fa mama she fighting ' ha own demons but regardless of how crazy she might be I kno she love us bro jus don't kno how ta show it." I said trying to convince myself more than August.
"Yea I guess so." He mumbled dismissing the conversation.
I got up walking over to him.
"Gimme a hug nigga." I knew he was in his feelings.
