Suffocate (Sequel To: Together)

So Far

Two Days Before Thanksgiving

"Y'all get dressed. We going to Missouri." Marshall said and I looked at him like 'What?' I helped Brandon get ready and then Kim came with the girls and we all packed into the tour bus and started the long ass drive. I sat in the front with him and he looked at me.

2 Hours Later

"I don't know. Honestly. I owe my mother a big ass fuckin' apology. I mean I haven't see her in something like four years." He said.

"Devin's parents moved back here. Um yeah I gotta go see them." I kissed him and he smirked and I stood up and put in Katy Perry's Teenage Dream album. I sat on the table and was talking with Kim.

"Yeah, so Brandon jumps into the pool and I don't know he can swim, so I'm panicking. 'Oh my god Marshall my baby is going to fuckin' drown.' He was like 'Nah he ain't watch this shit.' I was like okay, I'm watching my son at the bottom of the fuckin' pool and then he pops his head up and starts doin' the deadman's float like, okay can he swim? Girl this boy is going to be the next Michael Phelps."

"Yes bitch." We fist bumped and her little baby ran to me and climbed into my lap and lightly touched my nose. He puckered up his tiny lips and kissed me on the cheek and I laughed.

"Love you." I said and I swung him around lightly. Hailie walked over and I passed his warm body to her and Alaina walked to me and she asked me if I had any chocalate.

"It might be in my bag." I said and we walked to the hatch and opened the door walking to the bedroom, I opened my bag and passed her a king sized Kit Kat.

"Thanks Ma." She said and ran up.

10 Hours Later

We arrived at his grandmothers house and introduced her to kids and we all got comfortable.

"Yeah Grandma, like this always happens, 30 minutes from home. Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom. In a public stall dropping a turd. So every time someone walks in the john I get maddened ''Shady, what up?''- 'What? Come on, man, I'm crapping and you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?' It was funny what happened next, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue. Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then ''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big fan'' I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and told him ''Todd, you're the shit." We all laughed and after watching a movie we walked to the room.

"I mix my corn with my fucking mash potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass." I laughed. I put on a Southern accent and mocked your highness.

"Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass. Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper. Tupperware in a covered plastic."

"They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that. Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap."

"We'd be the perfect match cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag." He said and I laughed and I placed my hand on his chest and he smiled and he laughed.

"I love my titty." I said and he laughed at my randomness.

"I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy. Every girl I've ever had either says I got to much baggage or I'm just too dramatic."

"It's a combo of both."

"Man what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic. I fucking love you, you fucking bitch!" I laughed and then I passed out on his shoulder.

Morning

I awoke to the Missouri sun shining on me and his grandmother came in with some denim overalls and a white short sleeve for me.