One Shots

nautica | lil yachty

"Yeah, yeah. Right there."I told Yachty as he struck a pose. It was perfect. It'd be perfect for the cover of June issue of the magazine.

When I Get On by Lil Yachty himself was playing. He brought his whole crew. Digital Nas, Perry, K$upreme. Everyone.

"Group picture?" I asked while adjusting the camera. I twisted the lens, zooming out. They all got in the picture and struck poses, each pose showing their personalities.

I snapped a few pictures and smiled at the results. They all looked great.

"Here let me connect them to my computer and then I'll show y'all." I took the USB port out of the Nixon camera and plugged it into my rose gold apple computer. The pictures immediately popped up. I waved the crew over. They all stood behind me and looked at the pictures.

"I'm fuckin wit that one." Yachty said while pointing to a picture he took this morning. He had his red hair up in a high ponytail and was sitting in a chair. He looked like a black Mr. Rogers. I nodded and smiled. "If you fuckin wit it, I'm fuckin wit it."

"My nigga." He dapped me up. His crew walked towards the food tables. "Aye, yo. Lemme holla at you." I pointed at myself. He laughed then nodded. I quickly told one of my assistants to blow up the pictures and ask the editors which one they preferred.

"Wassup?" I asked after he pulled me into his dressing room.

"I'm fuckin wit you. I like yo style and shit." He said while looking me up and down. I had on a Master P shirt with a camouflage jacket, black jeans, and my red and black retro 1s. My hair was braided, just to get it out of my face.

"Preciate ya." I smiled while throwing up the peace sign.

"I'm Miles." He held his hand out.

"I'm Kodie." I dapped him up then hugged him.

"I'm fuckin wit these braids dawg. Dye em red." I chuckled. We're gonna have a beautiful friendship.