What Do You Mean?

Chapter 11

I peer into the screen of my cell when Johnny answers my face time alert. He's holding his phone way too close...his face is taking up the entire screen. "Yo, back it up, bro." I laugh. He pulls it back a little. "Better. Anyway, what's good?"

"Nothin'..." he shrugs "What're you up to?"

"Sitting in my room. Bored as fuck...come up and chill." I start to end the call instantly because I know he'll be up in no time, but catch his quick "Alright.." right before I press the end button.

I really am bored as hell, that wasn't a lie. But I also have an ulterior motive for asking him up. John's cool as hell, I love the guy. He'd do anything for me, and I'd do anything for him. But the fact of it is, if there's anyone who can find a way for me to supply B without running his mouth to people, or to me for that matter, it's him. I could easily do it myself...one or two phone calls would be all it would take, but I really don't care to invite my old connections back into my life. It's best to leave them in the past where they belong.

Fifteen minutes or so later we're sitting in the living room of my suite, bullshitting while passing a blunt back and forth.

"It's quiet in here..." he observes, releasing a cloud of smoke.

"I know..." I nod "It's weird with both of them being gone."

"Where are they at, anyway? I don't think I ever caught that."

"B's got a shoot in Mexico...it's her last one for a minute because of the tour and everything. But you can't really walk away from the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, so..."

"Sports illustrated..." he shakes his head in disbelief "How the fuck did you manage to pull a chick hot enough for all that? I'll never understand."

"Yeah, sorry about your luck mother fucker..." I joke.

"How come the baby went with her?" He asks, checking his phone when it dings softly.

"She didn't..." I scroll through my own, both of us staring down at our screens as we talk "Well, I mean, she did. But B flew her parents in for a visit and then they took Lyric home with them. They're going to keep her for a week, they don't see her very often with all this.." I gesture around the room, knowing he'll understand I mean the tour and all the traveling that comes with it. "B's home tomorrow though." I see my chance and take it "Aye, speaking of B...think you could help me out with something?"

He tosses his phone aside and focuses his attention fully on me...sometimes he's a little too eager. He needs to learn to find his chill now and then. "Yeah, what's up?"

"So after b lost the baby..." I start. He casts his eyes away from mine, unsure of how to react or what to say "The doctor gave her some shit to help with the pain...long story short, her prescription ran out, but she likes 'em."

He nods, waiting for me to go on.

"She didn't want me to know...so she fucked up and went through Twist."