*Ty's POV*
I pulled up to Embassy suites and gave the valet the keys to my whip.
Marco:" Why we here?"
Me:" Don't worry 'bout it youngin'."
Marco:" Well shit, you getting me some ribs."
Me:" Straight."
I checked in and what not, and we got on the elevator, going up to the penthouse. They had this hooked the fuck up, too. Xbox, Playstation 3, Wii , 65" Wall-mounted flat screen, mini-fridge, we had our own pool on the patio. In the pool, there was a little water-fall. Well shit. I had ordered the ribs Marco wanted and we spent the rest of the night playing games. He sure did whoop my yella' ass in 2k.
In the morning, the hotel phone rang, telling us breakfast was at 10. It was 9:30 so I woke Marco up, took showers and got ready. I had a dream about La'Maya last night.
Dream;
Nurses:" OUT OF THE WAY! WE HAVE A PATIENT HERE!"
I rushed alongside the stretcher they had La'Maya on. We reached a room and they told me I couldn't go in there. I had to wait two hours, and the doctor finally came out and talked to me. I was on the verge of crying during those two hours.
Dr:" We had to pump her stomach, She just wasn't strong enough. I'm so sorry for your loss, Sir.
He left me to cry alone. No one was here for me. I sat there, Alone. I needed someone and they weren't there.
That was one crazy ass dream, yo.
Marco:" Hellooooo."
I looked up at him, and realized he was trying to talk to me for the past 5 minutes.
Me:" Damn, My bad, Youngin. Let's go."
He shook his head and lead the way to the elevator. We went to the first floor, and went over to the plate station and got what we needed. We got our food, and went to get something to drink. I bumped into the girl putting ice in her cup. The ice fell out of the cup and fell through the grates.
Me:" My bad Ma."
Her:" It's cool... Umm.. Do you remember me, Michael?"
Nobody but Maya and Key call me Michael. She must've known me from elementary or something.
Me:" Nah.. Should I?"
Her:" It's Me.. Julissa? Fifth Grade?"
How the fuck I'm supposed to remember you from fifth grade? I'ma grown ass man now.
Me:" Naw, My bad Shawty. You tryna sit with us though?"
Juli:" Is that your.. Son!?"
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Black Crown Chronicles; First Kings ( TYGA )
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