The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 23

•Michael•

I Was Happy To Be Getting Home. Another Break For A Couple Of Months And I Mean A Real Break. As A Boxer I Really Don't Do Much. I Train For A Fight, Do A Little Press, Maybe Talk A Little Shit, Depending On Who It Is, Do Interviews, The Fight Happens And Then A Break. I Looked Out The Planes Window, Seeing That We Were About To Land. I Tapped Drea's Hand And Motioned Towards The Window.

"We're Home." I Told Her.

She Bit Her Lip Smiling. "I Can't Wait To See What The Studio Looks Like."

"I Haven't Even Seen What Your House Looks Like."

"Oh My God, The Kitchen And Livingroom Are Massive. There's 2 Bedrooms Downstairs, Three Bedrooms Upstairs And It Has A Huge Basement Which I Will Be Making Into An In Home Dance Studio."

"And Caliet Offered To Pay For This."

"Unbelievable Right? But When I Can, I'll Start Paying The Bills Myself."

"That's Dope Though."

Once The Plane Landed And We Stepped Out The Airport We We're Escorted To Our Car. Herman And Charlie Were Already Waiting For Us.

"So Where To First?"

"My Place." I Told Them.

The Driver Pulled Off Onto The Expressway.

"So Drea, How You Feeling?" Herman Asked Her.

"Still Nervous But Excited."

"And When Are Your Friends Coming?"

"Later On Tonight."

"Cool."

"Yo Driver, Can You Turn On Some Music?" I Asked.

"Oh This Shit Gotta Go." Both Me And Drea Said Once We Heard The Song That Came On.

We Looked At Each Other And Laughed. Ever Since I've Met Her My Music Taste Has Actually Broadened. I'm Listening To Stuff Now That I Wouldn't Have Even Listened To A Year Ago.

When We Pulled Up To My Place I Took All My Shit In. I Transferred Drea's Bags From The Truck To My Truck, Letting Herman And Charlie Go. We Got In My Truck And I Put Her New Address In My GPS Then Pulled Off. Of Course She Plugged Her Phone Up To The Aux. Midnight By Logic Started Playing.

Everybody know I be—
Everybody know I be—
Yeah, yeah...

Everybody know I be—
In the club VIP, sike, not me
Old girl wanna fuck me
Yeah she fine, I'ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be sippin' on somethin'
Oh shit, I might need an IV, permanently, permanently
Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin' 'bout what's on my hand
Bitch, I been at and in it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

Her Place Actually Wasn't Too Far From Mine. About 15 Minutes Away. I Was Amazed When We Pulled Up. Her Crib Was Definitely Bigger Than Mine. Imma Damn Near Move In. I Pulled Into The Round About Driveway And We Both Got Out, Seeing Another Car In The Driveway. Caliet Came Outside.

"You Made It Safe." She Said To Drea.

"Yeah." Drea Said Unable To Hide Her Huge Smile.

"And This Is The Famous Michael B. Jordan."

I Went To Shake Her Hand But She Pulled Me Into A Hug.

"Soooo The House If Finally Fully Furnished And I Think You'll Love It."