After a botched marriage proposal, followed by a startling revelation from Blayne, both she and Rocky's relationship is left hanging in the balance, when the two decide to take a step back and reevaluate themselves.
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(Anyone who is confused, lost, or just still doesn't understand Blayne's plight at this point just needs to stop reading lmao. I mean seriously, cause if that last chapter didn't bring all her issues full circle then I don't know what else will. Chaos people! Chaos! Sheesh :/
I apologize. I lied lol. (Not on purpose) I was up all night writing and fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning. Hopefully these chapter's make up for it
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Rocky
"Dis nigga Rocky happy it's his birthday and shit"
Ignoring Nast, I continued to bob my head to the sounds of Juelz Santana's Dipset, as I smiled wide.
Yes, today was a nigga's birthday and shit.
October third.
A nigga is now 29 and all that.
I'm a young old nigga now, but it's cool, cause I'm still jiggy, I got the baddest chick, I'm happy, I'm successful and steady making money, so I'm good. Me and the niggas are on a very small tour break, we didn't have our next show until the twelfth. So here I was currently at Miro's, a nice little club here in London.
These nigga's surprised a nigga with a cake, bottles, plenty blunts and all that. Shit was tight. I thought it was pretty cool of them to do that.
I was very thankful for my friends. I came up wit these muthafucka's man. So to be able to see another year with them, was more than amazing.
"Nigga stay working too" Kamil added, as everyone began to laugh.
"Ay....I'm never not workin bruh" I replied, steady nodding my head, before taking another hit of my blunt.
Exhaling, I continued to take in the positive vibes that surrounded me,before dancing a little bit. This birthday was ending quite perfectly. I've had my share of a busy day, from recording, checking and hanging out at the bodega, to a few meetings. I felt good ass hell right now, not to mention this bomb ass weed Nast hooked me up with.
"Happy birthday handsome!"
I smiled wide, at the sound of a very familiar voice that that just yelled over the music.
"Aha....thank you beautiful. Appreciate that" I called back, once giving my good friend Angel a small hug.
Angel was just the homie.
That's it.
She was a dope ass model who'd been in a few videos of mine. She was a Harlem chick, born and raised, on a mission just like me.
