90210 (Travi$ Scott)

21• Hanging From The Edge Of Heaven

• 9:02 P.M •

   Jacques finished eating and helping me pack for L.A. We sat on my bedroom floor tossing a poop emoji pillow.

"You're gonna help me with my stuff right?" He asked as he took a bag of chips out of my hand and started eating the chips.

"No!" I made a stank face.

"The fuck? Why!?" He smacked on the chips in my ear.

"Move!!! That's why!" I pushed him.

"Oh! Sorry." He munched louder a couple of feet away from me.

I gave him the look.

"What!?"

"It don't make no difference!"

"It don't make no difference!" He mocked and threw the poop pillow at me.

I huffed and bit my tongue to keep myself from saying anything.

"Ain't you going to the movies soon?" He asked.

"In like three hours." I looked at the time.

"Oh." He said awkwardly.

"Yep!" I chirped.

"We'll have fun."

"Thanks. You leaving me already?" I asked as I clutched the poop pillow.

"Nah, was just sayin'. You excited about next week?" He sat back down.

"Not really to be honest." I said.

"Why? I am!" He frowned.

"I bet you are. I don't think Cali is a big deal. It's just a state with people that have tons of money. So what?"

"We're gonna be one of those people with tons of money! Get hype with me!"

"I don't care about the money. As long as I get my message out in the music I'm good." I went to my closet to pick out what I was gonna wear later on.

"You sound like me." He said.

"You rubbed off on me." I laughed.

He giggled and smirked.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my clothes. "Nasty ass."

"Yoooooooo! You know what I'm ready for?!"

"What?"

"Buying some shoesssss!!!" He laid on the floor.

"You fucking hypebeast." I rolled my eyes. "Y'all get on my nerves."

"You act like you don't go crazy over shoes!" He furrowed his brow.

"Cuz I don't. I mean yeah a couple of shoes might catch my eye, but you will stay in line, get a ticket and hope that they have your size at a footlocker for hours to get some ugly ass Home Depot lookin' Jordan's."

"Ain't gotta cook me like that."

"I really did because you weren't understanding."

"Whatever, you mostly wear vans and then ugly ass converses."

"Like you don't wear vans!"

"Not like you, you go online for hours trying to find a specific type of skate high vans. Like last time you got mad because the Odd Future vans sold out and people were selling it on eBay for high prices."

"Ok but I'm not spending over one hundred dollar for some work boots with a Jumpman logo on it." I sassed.

"They're not work boots. They look better than them ugly ass crocodile looking Chuck Taylor's."

"At least I'm not going above and beyond to keep them clean. My shit could look like shit and still be the shit, nigga."

"Dude, whatever, I'm not gonna argue over some shoes."

"Thats what y'all do though. Niggas be like you stepped on my J's!? And then wanna fight them not giving a damn where they are like throwing punches gonna clean 'em. That's why the black community got a bad name, cuz niggas fighting over shits you walk with."

"Thanks MLK! He scowled at me.

"Yeah, go ahead and pout."

"I didn't stop talking cuz you won, I stopped because I realized I was talking to a fucking idiot."

"Me!?" I got offended.

"You the only idiot in here!"

"I was just fucking playing! You don't need to go all the way over there you sensitive ass bitch. Got a nerve calling me an idiot. Ain't even have to escalate like this." I slammed my closet door.