This Thing Called Life

16.

Trust You?

"Bruh wad yah mean a nigga gon be ight? She been bumpin' Beyoncé all mawnin'!" I heard August trying to whisper into the phone.

I silently laughed while fixing my hair in the bathroom mirror.

"Nigga the Lemonade album!" He yelled. "Yea nigga I know I fucked up thanks fo' dat wonderful information."

My phone ding causing me to stop eavesdropping on his conversation.

I gotta plan -Jay💖👭 3:43 P.M

Does it involves violence?🤔 -3:44 P.M

What kinda question is that? Yes nigga it involves violence😂😂😂 it wouldn't be me if it didn't💁🏾
-Jay💖👭 3:45 P.M

Get slapped😑 what we doin bih? -3:45 P.M

You'll see *rub hands like Birdman while laughing evilly*😈😈😈😈 -3:46 P.M

We just gonna pray for her. I put my phone down, finishing my hair. Feeling something wet on my toe, I jumped back, looking down.

"Girl!" I laughed, Aaliyah giggled with me as I picked her up. "Why you trynna eat mama toe?"

Walking out the bathroom August sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

"Go mess with daddy." I whispered to Liyah.

Putting her on the bed, she crawled over to August.

"Wassup lil beybeh?" He put her in his lap. "Yah ion hate me huh?" He threw shade.

"Don't nobody hate you." I rolled my eyes, walking out the room.

"Den talk ta a nigga instead of play Beyoncé, gotta nigga thinkin yah bout to go fuck up my clothes and shoes." He followed behind me.

"No I'm not bout to cut up yo shit, but that is a good idea if you ever wanna act stupid."

"No it's not!!" August frowned

"I think it is." I mumbled, looking off. "Baby I don't hate you, I'm just mad you knew this whole time and didn't say nothin'."

"Com'mer," he motioned with his head. "Com'mer!" He drugged out.

Reaching out, with his free arm.
Hesitating a little, I walk over to him. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he looked up at me in my eyes.

"Da reason I didn't tell y'all, cause one-a nigga ain't wanna fuck our vacation up, and two-I know both of y'all crazy as hell."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, looking off.

"Yah fu'give me?" He looked up at me like a little puppy.

"Ugghhh!" I rolled my eyes again. "I guess-" He smiled extra hard. "You still sleepin' on the couch though." I pat his shoulder, taking Aaliyah out his arms.

"Wa-" He opened his arms, then stopped. "Yknow wad it don't even matta', I got my beybeh back." August walked over to the couch smiling.

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"Ma'am what you doin'?" I walked into Jay's hotel room with Liyah on my hip.

Going into the living room she was focusing her attention on her laptop screen.

"Oh nothin' just comin' up with wonderful ways to-" She looked up at us, realizing Liyah was with me. "to-um-" She thought about what she was going to say. "To duck this female dog up."

"Okay then." I sat next to her on the couch.

"If it was the old me I would be like, let's fight that female dog, buuttt I gotta couple ideas that don't involve violence, okay Floyd Maywheather?"

"I'm listening." Jay looked hesitant.

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