Ferg
"Why is Sayvior not answering her phone?" I asked Claire.
"She had a rough day today, so we just cancelled the rest of our plans.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, she was stressing, but didn't say why. She started hyperventilating, but didn't pass out. She's laying down though"
"Pass her the phone" I requested.
"She said that she'd just talk to you later"
I sighed. "Alright, man. Bye."
After I hung up, I bit into my sandwich, frowning.
"Y'know time apart is necessary. Y'all finna be back and cozy before you even know it" Twelvyy said.
"I miss the mob mom" Nast said, drinking and chewing his soda.
Nasty ass.
"We gotta be back at the venue in five" Rocky said, finishing up his food himself.
"I don't feel like it" I admitted.
"You wanna get off the tour or something?" Nast asked.
I shrugged.
"No, no way" Rocky said. "Sayvior's stacking her bread up, and so is Ferguson. We need the exposure, Niggarace. You stayin'."
"I miss my baby man" I closed the box that my food was in and stood up.
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Make room, make room
Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit
I ain't never been to Bahamas
A nigga done been to Milano
Met with your favorite designer
Gucci show with Alessandro
Your sis give me head on recliners
Your wife wanna throw me vagina
I fuck on your aunt, ya mama
Got syrup like Aunt Jemima
I nodded my head along to Rakim's verse. "Alright!"
"Ayo!"
I pulled the microphone away and cleared my throat.
I was up next.
I let him finish before I started, watching the crowd for their reactions.
New shades, Gosha
Got me looking like a Beatle
Up in London like a Beatle
This ain't Puma, this-
"Oh shit" I cut myself off.
I walked over to the edge of the stage before leaning over and hopping down.
I seen a bunch of girls start screaming extra hard and trying to jump over the thing.
Sayvior pointed towards the stage, but I shook my head no and walked right up to her.
They ended up fast forwarding through my verse and switching the song to something that I wasn't in.
"Get over this shit" I grabbed her hands to help her up. "Fuck it, I want you now"
A security guard helped me help Sayvior over the thing, and I could tell that she was embarrassed.
"Baby, don't-"
I kissed her, and pulled her towards the side of the stage because there was no way that we were getting back up there.
I put my arms on either side of her to block her in.
She hugged me and I kissed the top of her head over and over again.
"Lil Ferg in the building!" Nast shouted.
I laughed and kissed her cheeks before brushing over her lips.
"You're mine, mine, mine. We not kicking back with noooobody" I shook my head.
"Your verse is playing without you" She mumbled. "I'm hogging you"
"Yeah yeah, eat that pussy like hibachi. We heard it all before" I brushed it off.
She laughed and slipped away from me, waving at Nast.
I pulled her back to my front, and then the whole mob jumped down too.
"Salvador Dali her body, it's a work of art you copy" Sayvior nodded her head while she sang and her low ponytail blew in the wind.
It would be another plan b type day.
When we got back to the hotel, I put the do not disturb sign on the hotel door and quickly closed it.
"You look so happy, Ferg. I'm glad you're happy" Sayvior smiled.
"We gotta get room service. Order whatever. I gotta find something for us to watch. What do you-"
"Slow down" She kicked her shoes off and got on her side of the bed.
"I can't, I'm excited to see you. Enough for the both of us"
"I'm more excited than you think" She smiled softly. "I've been having a terrible week. I put my foot down and told Claire told her to book me a flight here."
"Wassup?" I asked. "What's wrong?"
She pulled out a small bag and handed it to me. "A gift from your gift"
I reacher my hand inside and pulled out a Cartier box.
"You have a song called Coach Cartier right? Or was I just completely wrong?" She asked, pulling her hair out of its ponytail.
I opened the box and smiled at the jewelry. "I do. Thank you, Sayvior."
I picked up the bracelet and examined it in the light before carefully putting it back.
Shit was dope.
"You're welcome" She nodded her head. "It was my favorite one"
"Why was your week bad?" I handed her the hotel phone.
Sayvior
"I know that today is my mother's birthday. It's hard to explain, but I know it somewhere in my head. It's today"
"Just be glad that you know it, baby. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"
"I think Coach killed her. I dunno" I shrugged.
"What you wanna do?" Ferg asked.
"I want you to hold me and comfort me" I admitted.
We had a week and a half to do everything else.
Ferg ended up being the one to order our dinner, then he got into bed with me.
We hugged, and he rubbed his hands up and down my body.
He then settled on rubbing my back, and dipped into the tense parts of my spine.
I moaned out loud and buried my face in his chest. "Baby, my back hurts so much"
"You gotta chill with the moans. You and I both know how long it's been" He eased over to another spot.
I let a quiet one escape my lips and rolled over. "Sorry"
"Sayvior, I love you so fucking much, you don't even understand how bad I am without you. I'm bitter as fuck. Why you do that to me?"
I smiled a little. "Nast records you being mean on the low and sends it to me. Stop being mean to your friends, Ferg. They can only take so much"
Ferg threw his arm across my stomach and flipped us over so that I was beneath him and on my own stomach now.
"Can you sleep on me tonight?" I requested. "I like the feeling, and you breathing all in my ear, and everything else"
"Whatever you want" He nodded his head.
"Are you sure?"
"Whatever you want" He repeated.
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