Sayvior
"Sayvior, let me talk to you about this tour" Ferg sat me down on his lap.
Nast was over earlier than the rest of the mob.
"Hmm?" I asked, picking with my nails.
"I don't know what Nast chipped tooth ass told you, but it's like twelve cities, and the shows are spaced out so we can do some relaxing. The plan was to perform some of our solo shit, and then do some mob stuff. I want you to go."
"I-"
"No is not an answer" He shook his head.
"Fer-"
"Yes?"
"Darold..."
"Who?"
I sucked my teeth. "Listen to me"
"I might"
"I think that if I go on your tour I would be a huge distraction, and I would be in the way. I don't want to do that." I mumbled.
"You not in the way. I want you to be there for me. You'on wanna be there for me?"
"-For us?" Nast came in and sat down with bacon, eggs, and cinnamon toast crunch.
"I would just feel so useless. I can't box, and there's nothing else for me to do. I'm a high school dropout. I don't want to end up working at a grocery store forever"
"What if we paid you to do something?" Ferg asked.
I shook my head no. "You don't need to pay me, I already freeload"
"How?" Ferg responded.
"Because I'm just existing here. I don't make a positive contribution."
"Aight so your rent due on the first of the month, and you work the tour for free. Boom." Ferg said.
"That's a start-"
"We'll help you explore your options career wise while you take your break from boxing." Nast spoke, crunching on his cereal.
"You didn't make nobody else nothing?" Ferg asked.
Nast smiled. "Well I know Sayvior had a Plan B already, so I know she full off something"
I laughed out loud. "Not your business"
"I thought it was a multivitamin" Nast admitted, laughing too. "But there's bacon in the microwave. You on your own with the eggs though. Make a bacon sandwich or some shit"
I yawned, and Ferg kissed the back of my neck, making my spine tingle.
I was a little sore, but I guess sore was just my new fine.
The doorbell rang, and I got up to go get it.
Ferg slapped my ass. "Imma have to do that more often"
"Niggas tryna eat and shit. Damn"
"Hiii, everyone" I opened the door and they came in with backpacks and speakers, and laptops.
"Wassup, Sayvior?" Twelvyy asked.
"How you be?"
"I'm fine, thank you" I responded.
"Hey. Nast ugly ass shoes here. Where he at?"
And a bunch of other hellos and greetings and talking over eachother.
I personally could not keep track.
They all moved to the living room.
"Fergenstein, I need some adlibs. Not no recycled shit either. I want something crisp" Twelvyy requested.
