"Red what the heck are you doing?" I asked as I snapped a picture of him.
"I'm trynna create my own Harold's sauce... let me work my magic." He said chuckling.
We were about to get on the jet.
"Nigga how you gone make Harold's with a bottle of hot sauce?" Prince asked as he pushed both of us away from him playfully.
"Exactly... you ain't got it." I said laughing.
"I got this... you just focus on handling that." Red said pointing to an irritated Chris.
I wonder what the problem is now.
"This ain't what I paid for! How'd you niggas get this messed up!?" Chris asked with an aggressive tone in his voice. He was kinda yelling at the Pilot. Let me go calm him down.
I walked up to him and some of the guys.
"Chris calm down... what's wrong?" I asked as Red and Prince followed behind me.
"You see how small this plane is? Everybody ain't gone be able to fit on there. I paid for a bigger plane. They gone have to cut me half of my money back. They ain't bouta rob me." Chris said as he explained to me with hand gestures and stuff. He was pissed off, I can tell.
"That's right blood. Getcha money back. You heard the man! We ain't ask for this sh---" Red yelled out until I cut him off by smacking him upside his head.
"Shutup, you're just making it worse." I said to him quietly before I looked back at Chris and his other... so called "OHB" entourage.
"Ight... this is what's gonna have to happen. This plane ain't big enough to fit all of us. I'm definitely getting on this plane. So, either some of y'all niggas ain't going to Miami, or y'all gone have to find another way to get there." I said as they all looked around at each other.
"Me and Prince getting on too... so, y'all can begin the process of elimination." Red said taking a bite out of his wing.
Chris stood there with his arms folded. Some of the guys dapped Chris and they hopped back into their cars.
By that time, it was a small handful of us left.
"See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" I asked Chris as I patted his back. I grabbed my bag and I walked up the steps on the plane.
Chris couldn't do that because he wanted some of his "friends" to go. But, I think I handled that situation nicely.
(30 Minutes Later in Chris' POV)
"Yessss daddy work it." She said quietly as she took some of my pictures.
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"My biggest fan..." I said with a smile on my face.
"You want me to holla." She sang referring to my song Biggest Fan. I couldn't help but to laugh.
