Testimony {August Alsina}

Seven: Young, Wild, & Free

Sorry This Took Me So Long Guys. I've Been Really Busy With School And Rarely Ever Got The Chance To Write, But I Promise It Will Definately Be More Frequent Over The Summer. Thanks For Being Patient With Me!

**Devan's POV**

Nikki and I pulled up to the old warehouse at exactly 8:57. I got alot of respect for her, but this bitch has a speeding problem! I laughed to myself as we got out and made our way up the steps into the building. Quez, one of Demarques' tattoo artists from Texas, met us at the door. I've met him a couple of times and he's always so jokey. I don't think i've ever seen him without a smile on his face. Quez moved to N.O. about a year ago and started working at Ink'd Up, but him and Demarques seem like they've known each other forever.

"Wow, Nikki. You're on time?" Quez said holding the door open for us. Nikki rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, Quez!" He smirked as she tried to push past him. He grabbed her wrist spinning her around into his arms. Her back was pressed against his front.

"Why so feisty, Bae?" Nikki raised her left eyebrow. Then a devious smile spread across her face.

"Hmm. I don't know," She said, caressing Quez's arm that was draped over her shoulder. "You do something to me."

"Is that so?" He was smiling hard now, but even I knew it was too good to be true. Her attitude changed too quick. She's either schizophrenic, about to fuck shit up, or both. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek. She gripped his arm in both hands, bent over, and flipped him over her shoulder. His body connected with the concrete with a loud smack. His lips formed the perfect 'O' shape as the oxygen quickly escaped his lungs.

"Yeah! You make my skin crawl!" Quez layed on the ground shocked. Nikki stepped over him, headed into the warehouse. Her heels clicked loudly with every step. I rushed over to make sure he was okay.

"Oh my god, Quez! You good?" I asked kneeling beside him. He sat up, massaging the back of his head with the palm of his hand.

"Nah," I got worried pulling my phone out about to call for help."I-I think i'm in love!" I shook my head.

"Get up, stupid!" I laughed helping him to his feet, letting him rest most of his weight on me as we walked in the building. As we stepped inside, Nikki was already explaining what happened to Demarques. He looked in our direction and ran over to assist us.

"Damn, bruh! I thought I told you about fucking with Nikki?" Mar joked helping me sit Quez on the couch in the corner. Quez just shook his head.

"Man, I just can't help myself." Quez looked over at Nikki who was standing at the bar glaring at him. He blew her a kiss and winked. She rolled her eyes and flipped him off before walking away and disappearing into the growing crowd of people. Demarques and I burst out laughing at the same time. He looked down at me.

" Hey. I'm glad you made it." He said pulling me into a hug.

"I said the same thing when Nikki parked her car." He chuckled knowing exactly what I meant.

"I told her she drives like a bat out of Hell!"

"Well, she had an excuse this time. It took us a little longer to get dressed than I thought."

"Your effort shows. You make that shirt look good!" I smiled.

"Thanks. Nikki added a few personal touches." I spun around allowing him to get a good look. He cocked his head to the side just like Nikki did earlier.

"You should definitely let me tat you." I shook my head at how much he and Nikki reminded me of each other. Though they didn't look much alike, it was still pretty evident that they shared the same blood.