Lick

What's Wrong?

6 days later, showtime is tomorrow, Wednesday at noon.

Gunna and I have been watching Julio. Some days it be me and Tim cause Gunna be having to take care of other shit. Ever since I showed mama a picture of Gunna she's been asking about Gunna and asking when she gonna meet him. I don't know why she geeking so much. Carlos, man. He been bitchin' like shit. Telling me how it usually never takes this long for me to get shit done. He's right, but lately, I've been enjoying spending time with Gunna. He's been blowing my phone up constantly, having his men pull up on me, tryin' make sure I'm doing everything I'm supposed to be doing. I know what I'm doing! I know I don't have everything together right now but, I'm getting this money regardless! I'm getting what I want from out of both of them so after both of this is done, I'll give my mama the money she needs, and get the fuck from here. I'm thinkin' bout moving to California.

Since me and Gunna been hitting licks together, I decided to stay with him for the most part. For the past couple of days, I've been spending the night. We just be kickin' it, that's all. I fuck with him. It's just us gettin' money though, NOTHING more. Knowing me I thought I would've been made a move or something. It just was nothing like that, I didn't get that feeling, that spark or anything from him. Honestly, I like it that way.

This morning was really dull. You would think we would've been more anxious or even so scared with the risk we're about to take tomorrow. But ironically, we were quite calm. Me and Gunna both woke up around 7 this morning, pretty early. Especially for him. He says he usually never wakes up before noon. I think it's because I've been staying with him. Maybe he's just not used to it. I don't really understand it, I can't call it. I had made breakfast for the both of us. I don't like eating out, it's a waste of money when you have a stove and oven. Beneficial for Gunna, he gets homecooked meals every day.

I've been so caught up with my business with Gunna, I nearly forgot about mine with Carlos. He texted me today saying he was looking forward to good news, but I wasn't ready yet. I didn't get enough money out of this. If Gunna decided to give me the whole 8K from the first lick, I can't imagine what he'll break me off with from this lick.

During the day he had to run a couple of errands with Tim. Even though he and I were working together hitting licks, that still didn't stop his drug money from coming in. He told me that he had an important shipment coming in today. I wished him good luck hoping that everything goes well with him. It's like I've become the stay home wife.

He was really quiet before he left though. He said good morning and all, ate his breakfast, shared a few, but brief, conversations with me but it's still just not like his normal self. He didn't seem as energetic as he usually is. He's usually up and running when he's awake no matter what time it is. Always smiling when at times there isn't even anything to smile about. Well, that's only in the house. When we go on store runs he's usually mugging every person he sees. I don't know why, but it's cute. I didn't wanna ask if there was anything wrong, I just assumed because it was a big day coming up probably. Or because he had a lot on his plate today with his business. I just left it alone.

I'm really bored without him here though. He usually keeps me entertained. Always cracking jokes and telling me funny stories. Shit like other licks he's hit before that went wrong, some fun times he've had with Tim. Just anything to make me laugh. All I've been doing is laying here on his bed scrolling through my timeline on Instagram just waiting for him to come. All I see is bitches with waist trainers and niggas smoking skimp blunts. The same old shit. As I was scrolling I came upon a picture of a sonogram. The caption said "My baby girl. She's coming soon!" with a heart eye emoji. What makes the post funny to me, is that my high school sweetheart, David Moore posted it. Honestly, that crushed my heart.

He was the best thing that ever happened to me. I know that people sometimes preach that as a teenager we know nothing about love. But that boy was a living proof that age has nothing to do with love.

David and I fell off really hard after the death of my father. I don't blame him for anything, everything was my fault. It took me years to find that out. He didn't wanna do anything but help me, I just couldn't accept. I'm glad he's happy and getting ready for his own little family. No matter where life takes us, he'll always have a special place in my heart.

The sound of the door-busting open scared me and made me jump in the bed. To my surprise it was Gunna. But what surprised me was how angry he was and how loud he was yelling on the phone.

"That's not what I asked for! Send it back and give me what the fuck I requested!" Gunna yelled through the phone before he hung up. He looked over at me with them small brown eyes of his, somewhat similar to mine, with anger in his face. You can tell he had a rough day. I didn't know how to respond, so I just put my head down. He took off his shoes and walked over towards the couch so he could sit. In my mind, I was trying to piece together things to say at least to make him feel better. I'm not used to sentimental and heartwarming conversations, so I was mentally struggling.

You could feel Gunna's energy throughout the room. It was so tense. He sat there in silence, just in a daze. Looks like he was thinking about a thousand and one things. A thousand and one things I would love to know so he could at least get however he's feeling or whatever it is he's thinking off his chest.

"How was your day?" I asked stuttering. I knew it was a dumb question, I can obviously tell it wasn't good. His eyes looked over at me, just giving me the death stare. He snatched one of the covers from off the bed and started to wrap up in it.

"Go to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." he said while laying down on the couch.

"You don't wanna sleep in the bed with me?" I asked.

"I'm good, Brooklyn. Just leave me alone."

I respected his wish and just laid back down on the bed and turned over. I was sad to the fact he wouldn't talk to me. I really thought we were gaining some type of friendship. A friendship where at least he could tell me what went wrong in his day. I guess I was wrong. Everything happens for a reason. I guess it just wasn't meant for me to know.