L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter FortyEight §

~...okay, lil mama I still ain't heard from lil mama...~

"Celebration time, come on!" Swan sang as he rummaged through his fridge.

Last night after the studio session, I got on the first plane leaving out to Kentucky, alone. This would be my final week being around here for a while.

"I don't get why me getting custody causes for a celebration," I said to him.

"It just is, so vibe with it."

Swan returned to the couch with a half jar of pickles, smooth peanut butter, and a spoon.

"Gross as hell," I made a repulsive face.

"I know it looks nasty, but it tastes like heaven," he said offering me one.

I took a small bite of the peanut butter covered pickle. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. Swan seemed to notice how I felt about it.

"You can go fix you a bowl of Fruit Loops instead. They're in the cabinet next to the fridge," he told me.

I nodded as I stood up and went to go make me a bowl. I found the cereal in the cabinet and poured it along with some Denton's milk in a large bowl.

"You're phone is ringing," Swan informed me as I sat back down with my Fruit Loops in hand.

I picked it up off the couch and noticed yet another call from Naomi. It would mark the fifth one today. I didn't want to talk to her and that seemed to be pretty clear to everyone but her. It was like she wasn't taking no for an answer when I told her I was done. I secretly was glad she wasn't. A part of me wanted to forgive her and just let it all go but I couldn't.

"So Harley's in Miami, huh?"

"Yeah, I left her to spend some more quality time with Marlena since later on this week when I return, she'll be with me again. I figured she was tired of seeing my face."

"I wouldn't blame her. You're hard to look at," Swan joked causing me to give him an evil stare," how was Miami other than the meet?"

"Straight," I shrugged,"I met up with Khaled. We worked on a little something."

"Really? Like what?"

"A freestyle since I didn't have any material with me," I explained.

"A freestyle? About what?"

Once again my phone went off due to another notification from Naomi. I sent her to voicemail. Swan was nosily looking at my screen.

He smirked," Ah, let me guess...her?"

I looked down at the floor as I ate my final spoonful of cereal.

"You don't have to say. I already know."

"Fine. I might have used our situation in my freestyle," I shrugged," so what?"

"Are you going to use it for the album?"

"I'm not sure yet. I don't want her to think that I care."