Travi$
"Trav, man. You stay on some bull." Thug shook his head at me while brushing off the tip of his cigar. That guy smokes anything, k swear. "Why you ain't say it?"
Right now he's smoking my dick. I ain't say it because I ain't say it. It is really as simple as that.
"I just couldn't. The words ain't wanna come out my mouth I guess." I scrolled down my Instagram timeline.
Drake's new mixtape drops soon , like
Fan page, follow
Hateful comment, blocked
"Nah man. You got-gotta, like," he stuttered, searcher for the right way to word his advice. In my opinion, it's not even worth the effort because there's no real way to help me. "You gotta get over this."
"Well, it's too late now, soooo." I concluded, trying to end the conversation. I logged out of Instagram and logged into Twitter. I scrolled through my timeline, retweeting here and there.
"I just got a text from your future baby mama's bestfriend." Thug spoke behind a blunt. I looked up and chuckled shaking my head. He always speaking some bull. We both know I don't have any future baby mamas. He got all the hoes, nobody wants me.
"Who my baby mama? And who her bestfriend?" I reclined in the chair I was sitting in, putting my hands behind my head. I needed to get comfortable, so I could enjoy this little story. A smirk came across my face.
"Don't even act like you don't have a thing for Robyn."
Who the hell?
"Rihanna?" He clarified.
Damn that's her real name? My girl all the way poppin. She got a pretty face, a body like a goddess, and takes care of the things girls think most men don't pay attention to. The nails, the hair, she can dress, and she's successful, which is a major key. Her music, he-
"Trav man, wake up." Thug snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't even know he was still talking, I guess I just wasn't paying attention.
"My bad, what you said?"
"I was tellin' yo dumbass what Robyn's bestfriend asked me. She said 'Hey this is Mel, Robyn's bestfriend. She told me to ask you what ya friend's name and number was.'" He side eyed me then rolled his eyes, letting me know that he was trying to prove me wrong. "Then I asked which friend, she said the shy one that was at the meet and greet."
I wonder why she was asking about me.
I really did want to know why she was asking about me. The evening replayed in my head, almost like a broken record. Why you keep ya head covered baby? She asked me. I told her that I was ugly. I mean I didn't lie, that was usually the turn off for many shawties.
"You didn't give it to her right?" I asked, hoping his answer would be no. It would be weird, I wouldn't know what to say.
As soon as Thug opened his mouth to speak, my phone started bugging out. Without even looking, I knew what it was.
"You did." I answered my own question.
"I did." He confirmed. "Now answer it."
Shit, why not?
I slid the green button across the screen.
Ohkay Jacques, say hello.
"Hello?"
Good job, now say-
"Helloooo?"
Oh shit, that wasn't you dumbass, respond for real this time.
