Love Ain't Right

Man Up

NEXT MORNING

You-(going down stairs)

R.M & Y.D-(eating)

You-uh where is mine?

R.M-make your own breakfast (putting her plate in the sink)

You-dad

Y.D-I made mine, make yours (folding his newspaper)

Ray-bye (walking out the front door)

You-ugh (going to your room)

Ray-(walks to Roc's)

Roc-what nigga? (answering the door in his boxer rubbing his eyes)

Ray-I need help

Roc-yeah you do Chaz is talking mad head on twitter and fb. I spent half the night reading that shit

Ray-I got bigger problems

Roc-like?

Ray-a baby

Roc-who you knock up?

Ray-yn I think

Roc-ohhh, Her daddy finnah beat that ass again

Ray-nigga shut up (walking in)

Roc-enter, why don't you (closing the door)

Ray-(sits on the couch) what do I do?

Roc-step up

Ray-she won't tell me she is. But I know she is. All the signs are there

Roc-she is thicker than usual

Ray-stop checking her out

Roc-sorry, shit (smoking) trick her into telling you

Ray-I can't she won't talk to me

Roc-Chaz is really gonna kick your ass

Ray-I don't give a fuck he knows where to find me, in his girl's bed.

Roc-(shakes his head) what you gonna do?

Ray-my moms threatening me with military school

Roc-what?

Ray-yeah, but if I tell her about this she is really gonna send me

Roc-yeah

Ray-I'm fucking stupid

Roc-it broke probably

Ray-I never wore one with her, ever.

Roc-huh?

Ray-(puts his face in his hands) she fucking hates me now, watch

Roc-you like her don't you?

Ray-like is an understatement

Roc-love?

Ray-yes

Roc-fix it then

Ray-how?

Roc-first be a man nigga.

Ray-her dad will fucking send her away, I'm not even gonna go there

Roc-no tell him what's up and shit.

Ray-true (standing up) thanks nigga

Roc-call me Dr. Roc

Ray-later nigga (going home) uh YDN, can I talk to you?

Y.D-what is it? (on the phone)

Ray- (sits across from him) well

Y.D-what?