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• Monday | March 12, 2018 | 06:45pm •
The vibrations from my phone ran through my bed sending vibrations through my whole body. Trust me, it's not a good feeling to wake up to.
I groaned as I reached for my phone under my pillow and answered it without even looking to see who it was. It's most likely Emerson anyways.
"hello" I said all groggily
"why you sleeping at this time, how you gonna fall asleep later?"
of course he decides to lecture me instead of saying some cute shit.
"good, thanks for asking. and how was your day?" I asked sarcastically
"I just got to the hospital, hold the phone up to your face. I wanna see my sleeping beauty" He said
I looked at the phone realizing that it was a FaceTime call, oops.
"Max might stop by, he needs to borrow a camera from my office. take him up to my place please, I told him where your apartment is already" He said before yawning
My baby is always tired. That just goes to show how hard working he is even when he's self-employed. I could never be self-employed, I'd let the fact that I have no one to report to get to my head.
"why can't he just get them from the studio?" I asked not tryna get up from bed at all
"ever since that night I don't keep any expensive things besides the laptops at the studio. so camera's and iPad's stay at my office at home rather than the studio. when I figure out the security shit then maybe but for now they come home with me" He explained
"speaking of. you remember that new neighbor guy that came over the other day?"
"what about him?" He asked seriously as if he had to kill someone
"he's been acting weird. throwing references at Adonis and stuff. from what you've told me and what he said I think he's Casey. hold on I'll send you a picture"
"you think Casey moved right next door to you, that don't sound right"
"yeah well when he decides to kill me I'm only next door, it'll save him some time" I joked, kinda
I went to the messages app and clicked on the selfie that Taye took of us to send Emerson. The nigga was slick, he positioned it in a way that you couldn't really make out his face, but it was good enough to verify if that's Casey or not.
"Tahj...that's not Casey" He said looking sorta pissed off
"thank God. I had so many conspiracy theories in my head, good to know that—"
"Tahj that's not Casey, that's worse than Casey. that's Dylan"
"and who the fuck is Dylan?"
At this point I'm tired of all these aliases and people out to get people, what ever happened to world peace?
