Kissin' On My Tattoos

*Flashback* Friends?

August 

"Wakey! Wakey!," I hear a female voice yell. I grunt and roll over.

" Nigga don't get too comfy in my bed," she yelled. I got up when I realized it was July.

" I'm up," I said voice all sleepy and shit. I see her fully dressed. 

" What time is it?" I asked.

" 6:30, I guess I should have been more specific when I said I had an early job...it's you. Now get up, go home and get dress stank ass...and change my sheets before you leave they in the closet over there," she said before walking out.

" Good Morning to you too! " I said loudly so she could hear.

" Good Morning August ...you're suppose to be there by 8:30... don't be late, Ion like waitin!" she yelled back and then the front door closed.

I put on what I had on yesterday and left out, after I followed July's orders and changed her bed sheets. I locked her door and headed 5 minutes away to my house.

" August I asked you specifically not to be late!" July yelled, whispered in my ear when I showed up at 9:15.

" I'm sorry Ly, I was just out of it and took a quick nap which turn into an hour and a half," I said fixing my shades on my face.

She quickly removed the glasses off my face.

" Damn July," I said covering my eyes.

" August are you high?" she mumbled to me.

" Yea and you blowing my shit," I said snatching my shades back.

" August we need you to go get in your first outfit with Ms. July right here and be out in 10 mins," said Sean my manager.

" Ight," I said as July dragged me to the back.

"Mane I'm sorry," I said trying to get July to talk to me. After my meetings I showed up at her house. She's been pissed ever since I showed up this morning late and high, which probably made it worst. 

" July?" I said standing in front of her. " Ight man, I'm not bout to play this game, bye." 

" Ain't nobody begging you to stay or ask you to come here," she said in a harsh tone and went upstairs.

July POV 

See where August got me fucked up is, he think I'm one of these lil broads he use to. And ain't ! 

I'm from Compton and the only way you gon fuck with me is if I let you. He got the game twisted, I'm his stylist, this suppose to be business but I guess it may be becoming a friendship. 

He gon need to know that I'm the playa round here, you only fuck me if I wanna fuck you and then you gone... on to the next.

 I ain't with all the affairs of the heart shit, I'm bout my paper and riding my solo success train. Nigga's blow me.

So it's the next day and August doesn't have a photo shoot today so it's an off day. 

I'm chillin on the couch with my blunt and I herar my gate opening. I know it's this nigga August. So I get up and open the door before he can. 

" Can I help you?" I blowing smoke in his face.

" Damn ma, I came to make amends, " he said holding some flowers and the new Xbox controller I told him about the other night.

" Mmm, come in," I close the door and sit back down and continue my session. "Ion need your gifts, this ain't charity."

" Why you so hostile, you too pretty for that," he said handing me my gifts. I put them on the table even tho I wanted to flip out because he got me the controller. He was getting comfortable and started watching tv.

" Excuse me, don't get comfortable, these gifts ain't changing nothing, " I said

" Oh, right..., I wanted to apologize for showing up late the other day when you specifically ask me not to and for being high," he responded looking truthful. My high was rising so I couldn't do anything but laugh. 

" Hahahaha, Oh shit, I just laughed..my bad, " I said tryna control my high. "See you're forgiven because this shit gon blow my high." 

" Now you see what I'm sayin, you a hypocrite tho," he said shaking his head.

" No, because we were at work, now ME...I'm at home," I say correcting him. 

" So we cool now?" he ask.

" Yea, you wanna hit?" I say holding out the blunt.

"Yea," he answered reaching for it. 

" Well you better roll up then, because I ain't sharing shit," I said laughing. 

" That's fine," he pulled out his shit. " I can't be sober while you high cause you aggravating." 

" Fuck you," I say walking into the kitchen. 

" Just tell me when and where," he yelled from the living room. 

" Dec 32nd, 2015," I say walking back in with a bowl of cereal, a bag of hot fries and a 2 liter Sprite. 

" Damn ma, you can eat," August said laughing.

" Boy I got the muchies," I responded stuffing my face.

We just spent time getting high, eating and playing COD.