Exchange || Bryson Tiller [ #Wattys2017 ]

LIII

"she ain't on the same shit
young Tiller on."

Mariah.

Moments later after Swan posted this picture,

my baby Bryson called me.

When I answered I didn't say anything at first, being silly, I just breathed heavily into the phone.

"Uh Mariah..." Bryson said breaking the awkward silence that I created.

"Yes?" I breathed.

"Um... you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just excited to talk to you."

He laughed, "I see."

I stopped the foolery and cleared my throat, "So where you at now baby?"

"Dallas."

"She Texas like Dallas." I rapped.

Bryson paused making me laugh.

"What?" I giggled.

"You lame as shit man."

"Oh shut up, that's why I hope you're miserable." I said sweetly.

He laughed, "What?"

"I said I hope you're miserable."

"You don't want me to have fun?"

"No. Not without me."

He laughed, "You selfish."

"Am not." I argued.

"Whatever Mariah, what you and Micah doing today?"

"We're going to Bri's place. She has Cameron for a few days and plus we need to discuss our Cabo plans." I said happily.

"I can not believe y'all going to Cabo without me." He groaned.

"Don't be mad baby, get glad."

He sucked his teeth, "Mariah."

I laughed, "Okay, okay I'm sorry but Bear we need this vacation, life is so stressful." I dramatically sighed.

"I need a vacation too."

I rolled my eyes, "Bryson you're on tour right now." I said blankly.

"And? That's not a vacation, this is work."

True.

"I guess you have a point."

"I know I do, just don't make me have to come down there and fuck some shit up."