Sunny Side Down

Dayuuum (Jay)

"Bro this is an emergency!" he exclaimed over the phone. "I need you to get here with the swiftness."

I was still in a daze from my nap and in all honesty I couldn't care less at the moment.

"What are you talking about?" I replied in a groggy tone.

"Get outta bed and meet me at my house."

"For what?"

"First off the dinner thing is tonight-"

"In like four hours."

"Second, to play 2k."

"You wildin."

"Third I need your help."

"Back to my first question; for what?"

"You remember Jen."

I actually didn't immediately; I sat in silence for a minute, trying to remember her. Nate had been talking to a girl from school for the last few weeks and had sworn that nothing was happening. He went on and on about how he just wanted to get to know her better, but he wasn't fooling anyone.

"What about her?"I asked.

"She's feelin me, Jay."

"Congrats?"

"I'm not feeling her."

"Why not? She nice, she's cool, and she clearly has poor taste. She's perfect for you."

"Word? That's what's up."

"Facts. Now if you excuse me-"

"Bruh please."

Did I really just hear him say the word please?

"You are literally my only option," he continued. "I need your help."

"Uhhhhhhh," I groaned as I mulled it over.

Eventually I got up to go help my compatriot in his bone headed endeavor. I mean there was 2k, and he needed me, and of course 2k. I'm sure that somehow this could be worth it.

"Okay," I said into the phone as I pushed off the sheets and changed into my evening wear. Black v-neck and khaki shorts, perfect for late June. I was good to go. I shuffled out of my room, car keys in hand, and found my way to the front door. For good measure, to prevent myself from crashing, I downed a coke; immediately I fought back the belch that formed in my throat. I squeezed the can in my hand and shot it into the open garbage bin.

"In the recycling bin," I heard my mom call out from the living room.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, walking over to the bin in reluctance.

"Are you picking your brother up?"

"Nah, I'm going to Nate's. Harley texted and said she's going to bring Grant home so he's good."

"I don't know Harley."

"Trust me mom, he's gonna be okay."

"He better be."

"Love you mom."

"Mhmm, love you too honey."

I closed the door behind me and made my way to my car. 34 minutes of Tupac, Drake, and Lecrae resulted in me winding up in front Nate's. There was next to no parking as always so I had to do a really tight parallel park. I got out, making sure to tuck my side mirror in; I didn't want someone side swiping it off. I pushed past his gate, went to his front door, and knocked. After no answer, I then rang the doorbell.