"Thanks doc," I spoke as I offered my farewells to the petite nurse who wheeled me to the front lobby of the hospital. With Thug at my side, I carefully pushed myself from up out of the wheelchair, depending on my feet to carry me once again.
"Ready scoob?" Thug asked, returning the wheelchair to the nurse before she walked away.
"You damn right I am."
I stand by the front entrance and wait for Thug to pull up with the whip. Once he did, I carefully sat in the passengers seat in hopes of not over exerting myself.
There was a silence between us. Not uncomfortable, but not exactly the type of silence you could just sit in either. It was like we both had something on our minds and there was something holding us back from sharing. Whether it was guilt or grief, gladness or sorrow, there was definitely something.
To break the silence, I turned on the radio and switched it to the aux. After connecting my phone, I scrolled through my older albums and came across a Thouxanbanfauni tape. I shuffled Heavy Weight Champ and 3400 Wings was the first to play.
Heavy weight champ
Steady moving grams
Juggin niggas pounds
Pistol in my hand
I found my head bopping to the beat of the song.
Angel on my arm
Satan on my shoulder
Send your ass to hell
The chopper on my shoulder
As soon as I go to "get lit" or "turn up" to the chorus, Thug decides to turn the volume down and speak.
"Aye man, I have a question.."
I sighed, pretty sure I knew what his inquiry had to do with. I inhaled ..
"What it is cuz ?" I asked, scratching the nape of my neck.
"What happened with you and shorty? I seen her storm out your room yesterday and shit.. I thou-"
I interrupted him. "Aubrey told her some bullshit ass story as to why we're not cool and she believed it." I explained, hardly in detail.
"What did he say?"
"Something about him having a girlfriend last year and he loved her, but I influenced her to cheat on him with myself apparently." I shook my head to myself, in actual awe that she'd even believe that. A few seconds pass and Thug started dying of laughter.
"He.. Aubrey.. he had a girlfriend and what?!" Thug looked at me, unable to control himself. I straight faced him before losing my composure as well.
The laughter died down and it wasn't until then that I remembered I was in a funk. I didn't know what to do about Robyn, whether I should call and explain to show that I care or give her space to breathe for a grip.
"I'm gonna call her," I blurt, "yea, as soon as we get to the crib." I nod, mentally preparing myself.
"Well," Thug starts. "Are you sure that's the smartest move to make right now?" He asks.
"No I'm not sure, but I really like this girl and I can't lose to Aubrey again son. I can't. I won't." I told him.
"I see where ya head at. Just be careful and you know where I be if you need anything." Thug reassured as he pulled into my garage. After he parks and turns off the transmission, I hop out and basically run to open the front door. I scurry to the kitchen with Thug trailing behind. I grab a pack of Oreos and a water and proceed to the kitchen before he stops me.
"Nah holmes," he gestures at the Oreos. "You need some food food." He was right, that hospital shit didn't cut it.
"Order some pizza?" I suggest. He agrees and travels to the guest room to order. I threw the Oreos back in the box I took them out of before continued back to my room. I grabbed my phone.
"Here goes nothing."
I scroll through my call log looking for her name. I scroll past "Robyn" highlighted in red.
"Pick up the phone baby.."
