"You know, we need a wave." I said out loud, locking my phone.
"Word.. But I be busy man."
"When you free?" I asked my man Young Thug. We just got off of tour together with a couple of other people.
The night show, it was lit.
"Man I don't know," he paused to take a hit from his blunt. The smoke flowed from his large nostrils, and his mouth, clouding his face before he spoke again. "Next fuckin weekend I guess."
I nodded, grabbing the beer bottle that sat at my feet by it's neck. I gulped down the remaining liquid. It felt like burning ice trailing down my throat.
We sat in this high class hotel room. Thug had just finished a solo game of 2K, I found myself bumping to some of Future's older shit, 56 Nights.
I think 56 nights crazy I thinly 56 nights crazy I think me and Esco crazy I think me and young 'sco crazy
"I think RiRi got a show on the 12th matter fact," Thug chuckled, "you do know who that is right?" He finished, putting emphasis on the word do..
Who doesn't know her ? With her fine ass , Gahda..
"Yea, who wouldn't?" I asked , kind of rhetorically.
"She is tooooo fine."
I nodded my head in agreement, my fingers undoing one of my many shiny snake like braids.
"Yea, yea she a good look. What about tickets though? That show prolly been sold out." I inquired, the idea was like that, but I don't know how we are going to get in, unless we just let ourselves in. I braided the loose hair back.
"We'll get ourselves in, fuck they thought this was? I'm the G.O.A.T." He hit his chest with his fist twice.
"Don't flatter yourself." I advised him, popping open another bottle of beer.
"Whatever." He fell into a coughing spell, dry and raspy. When he was done, he washed everything down with a shot of Henny. "So this girl, I met her on the last day of the tour. She was fine as hell, I wanted to eat her butt, I swear."
I rolled my eyes at the last part of his description. Like honestly dude, too much information.
"Your ass eating schedule is not something I'm interesting in hearing about. That's not something I'm down with Cuz." I interrupted.
"Yea yea aight." He waved me off, so he could finish his story. "So anyway, she wrote her number on my shirt.. And she coming over tonight."
My first thing, why and how did she write her number on his shirt. Two, why is he just now telling me this and why is she coming here?
"Y'all can go right across the fuckin hall my boy." I told him, taking a hit from my blunt. I'm not trying to hear any moaning and groaning if it has nothing to do with me.
I let the smoke drift from my mouth, as I exhaled. It was crazy soothing, mind clearing.
"Aight but listen, this her."
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I grabbed his phone and looked at the picture of the female.
"She's fine." I licked my lips, handing the phone back.
"Yea I know. And she's mine." He responded, like I was going to , or even could actually steal his "girl."
There was a knock at the front door.
"Annnnnd she's here." Thug went to go open the door for her.
I heard the door unlocked and soft but loud footsteps clicked into the next room.
"Wassuh Shawty? Gimme ya coat, make yaself at home." Thug said in the other room. At home? Nigga no, this ain't even your home. Y'all not suppose to be in here.
This was followed by a soft feminine chuckled and a few more footsteps.
I shook my head at his false mannerisms, I knew that he was all about the pleasure. Fuck being kind, that nigga just wanted some pussy. I kicked my feet up while turning on the large flatscreen television.
Ride Along was playing so I just decided to let that entertain me in my solitude.
James Payton: I tried to help you! You came to me and said, give me a date and show me what you got. I gave you a date. It's not good enough. So the answer to your question is, no. I do not give you my blessing.
Ben Barber: I don't need your blessing. This ain't Afghanistan. I'm not about to buy her with a goat. That girl loves me, man. That girl all of this. Breathe it in, 'cause it's in your face. I'm taking care of her, not you.
James Payton: You?
Ben Barber: Me.
James Payton: You can't even take care of yourself. You wouldn't last one day out here.
I was all into the movie when I started hearing some noise.
"Mm, right ther-- yeaaa!" The girl struggled to let out.
Aww hell nah.
"Daaamn." Thug grunted.
I done told this nigga. Well I'm leaving.
I pulled my black hoodie over my head so my face could not be seen. I turned off the television and tried to pull up my sagged pants. After sliding on my all black huaraches, I grabbed another cold beer, a rolled blunt and my keys.
Not trying to see anything that was going on, I walked right passed the two of them with my faced covered. I paused at the door way for a second, debating on letting Thug know where I was going. I decided not to when I heard silence from the two.
I heard the girl whisper to Thug as I walked away.
"Who is he?"
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Okaaaaaay, hey readers. Thanks for stopping by.. This book is kind of boring rn , I know but it will get better. TRUST ME lol. But yea, thanks for reading and plz don't forget to vote and comment. Excuse any typos too .
