Just Us... (A Ray Ray/Mindless Behavior Story)

Chapter Twenty-Seven- Atlanta: Studio Time

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Atlanta: Studio Time

"Where you at?" he asked as I drive slowly into the gated business my headlights shining through the night.

"I'm pulling up," I parked in a spot between a white Ferrari and a black on black Lamborghini noticing two big body security men outside puffin on dro from the smell of it.

I proceed to pull down my mirror and freshen up my makeup, apply bronzer to my forehead and cheeks. I stared at myself as I applied lipgloss beyond the brim of my black on black "P" SnapBack. "You don't need makeup?" Rasheed startled me.

"Shit! You scared me?" I smiled holding my chest as if it was going to actually control my racing heartbeat.

"Come on," he smirked opening my door lending out his hand to help me out of my white or white Range Rover.

  I smiled taking his hand as he closed the door behind me. I could feel his eyes on my boot admiring the black tights, white wife beater (Men's sleeveless undershirt), destructed light blue vest and red chucks accessorized with chunky gold jewelry. Very 80s inspired. My hair bone straight, my lips bright red and shining causing mysteria to who is that girl? I was expecting a cloud of weed smoke when Rasheed opened the door of the studio he was working in with big booty and busty girls lingering around purposeless. Instead it was total opposite. There was a flat screen t.v. out of three that was turned on to cartoon network. A light skin, slim build, dreaded producer sat at the control station where the heavy sound of a strong baseline blares through the speakers. The lights were low and there was candles in the booth.

  I sat on the comfortable couches Rasheed ordered food beyond conception. The spread was so large with everything you could think of wanting. "You ok?" Rasheed sat close to me my nerves had me a bit jittery. His eye gorgeous staring back at me.

"Yeah, I'm good," I lied I was nervous, "You okay."

"I'm nervous," he answered and it shocked me.

"Why?" I smiling bashful.

"You're here," he smiled.

"I'm nervous because I'm here with you," I confessed smoothly and he seemed more comfortable with knowing I felt the same.

  There was no celebrity sightings, no major entourage, just me and him with the music. The engineer was present but other than that he worked well with me motivating. He would write his rhymes and I would listen as he reiterate back to me. Surprised me! After Miami I was interested in what his lyrical content was about so I listened to his music. To say the least I wasn't impressed with him musically because I felt like Wayne was took much of an influence. His music kept me wondering what Chuckee sound like. What does Chuckee have to say? What is Chuckee's view on the world?

  We nod to the music and he asked what I thought. I simply said that I liked it. He looked at my face, I gave him a straight face that clearly said keep working on it. He insisted on my honest opinion and I told him. After I said my piece I was sure he was going to kick me out.

"I'm sorry?"

"why?" he smiled in disarray.

"I was to honest," I reached for my purse in attempt to leaving.

  Rasheed reaching for my purse laying it on the chair. Pulling me close he wrapped his arms around my waist. "I like that you are honest. If you’re not the biggest fan of my music then why are you here?" he looked in my eyes.

"Your music is what you do? You can mature in it. It will change as you do. Rasheed is a person why shouldn't I cheer him on to be better?"

  The night grew into the early morning when I decided to leave. Rasheed walked me out to my truck opening the door making sure I got in behind closing the door behind me. "What you doing Sunday?" Rasheed asked.

"I'd like to go to church but I haven't found one here in Georgia yet. You."

"Why don't you come to church?" he suggested.

"Church?"

"Yeah church," he laughed, "What you think since I'm a Cash Money rapper that I don't go to church?" he giggled at the idea of surprising.

"I didn't say that," I shamefully smirked.

“So what time can I pick you up? Service is at 11:30.” he smiled in question leaning against the door seeming to be smitten.

“I will be ready by 9 but if you want you can come pick me up at 10:30.”

“Or I can pick you up at 9:30 and we can go for breakfast?”

“See you at 9:30,” I smiled, “Thanks for a great night.  It was fun!” I eased out the parking space, out the gated business grounds and on my way home.

  I looked at my phone looking for a text or call from Ray.  Nothing!  I wasn’t even upset.  I thought to myself about my EX and everything we were before things went bad.  I can’t believe after everything how much I still love him.  I can’t believe how much I miss him and how dating is so hard to do after him.  I thought about Darren and wished I could call him with everything I was going through.  I thought about Ray thinking about how everything he is doing that I have seen and been before.  I was disappointed in myself for not seeing the signs but Rasheed was a breath of fresh air for the moment.