~...home girl in public, baby girl in private...~
"This is ridiculous," Swan shook his head as he rummaged through a clothing rack.
We both decided we needed some more gear, especially me.
I needed to get some new and improved clothing now that I'm easing back into the lime light.
Grandma Ann agreed to watch Harley for me.
She was going to take her with her to run a few errands around town.
Harley didn't mind it either.
She enjoyed spending time with my grandma.
"Fifteen bucks for a tank my nigga. A regular black tank!" he exclaimed shaking his head in disbelief," Just cause of the material."
"Money is everything these days bro," I reminded.
"Wonder if they'll let me pay with sex," he laughed picking up another shirt," I'm good at that."
"Why? So Camille can find out and make sure you're never able to have any again. That's smart," I laughed sarcastically.
"Haha, nigga. I'm my own man. I can do what I please," Swan scoffed.
"Oh yeah?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Hell yeah," he nodded hitting his chest," just don't--don't tell ole girl I said that."
I laughed and shook my head," So much for my own man."
"Eh, let's go to Foot Locker. I need some shoes. Ain't nothing in here for me," he frowned.
"Yeah, me neither. Let's go," I agreed walking out the store and across the mall hall over to the shoe store.
Once we entered Foot Locker, they were blasting Thought It Was A Drought by Future on the speakers.
It was also kind of cold inside as usual, but I shrugged it off.
"Bryson, I forgot to mention that I called you yesterday evening. You didn't answer me, though."
"I didn't? I wasn't really--" I said before I thought about how I basically spent the entire day with Harls and Naomi.
"Wasn't what?"
"I must've left it inside the house or something."
"Where'd you go?" Swan asked like a detective.
"I like these," I smiled holding up a pair of Retro Jordan's.
Swan frowned.
"I think I'm getting these," I nodded calling for assistance from a worker.
"What you need my man?" A guy with a name tag labeled: Quantez asked.
"You got these in a 10.5 or an 11?"
"Um...let me go check," he said taking the shoe to the back of the store with him.
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L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story
FanfictionAfter Bryson's first love--who is also his baby's mother--decides to divorce him, he returns back to his home town in Louisville, Kentucky to clear his head and get back to the basics with his music. The last thing on his mind is getting into anoth...
