Lexus: A DC Girl

Greg and Nick

"So, your Moms was cool?" Gregory asked Nicki over the phone.

"Yeah, I knew that though. Do you ever listen to me, Mr. Morton?" Nicki replied rolling a green like weed substance into a thin sheet of Top paper.

"You did. But your mother do be trippin' some days."

"Yeah, but still." Nicki said licking the paper closed.

"So, what you doin' today?"

"Chillin'. What you got planned?

Greg busied himself around his room, gelling his hair and pressing his clothes; he liked to look nice. Nick sometimes joked that he was the female in their relationship. "Nothin' really. Pro'ly hangin' out wit' the homies. Celebratin'. Missin' you."

Nicki smiled as she enhaled the thick smoke and held it in. "Awwww." She moaned releasing the smoke slowly as not to alert Greg of what she was doing. "I'll miss you too. Too bad I'm all knocked up and can't chill like I used to."

"No, I think it's best. Chillin' out on that weed. You pro'ly stop smokin' for good now since you won't be able to do it for what like the next six-seven months."

Nickole smiled. "You right. How the hell I'm goin' pull that off." She ashed the blunt and took another long drag.

"You'll make it."

Nickole held in her laughter. Seriuosly, Nick this is ridiculous, she giggled to herself.  But the weed was so freaking relzxing. She didn't know how, if, or when she would be giving it up, baby and all.

"A'ight." Greg looked at the clock on the right side of his nightstand and frowned. "Look, Nick, I gotta go 'fore I be late. I'll call you when I get back or somethin'."

Nicki laughed silently as she spotted a lighter. "A'ight. I love you, Gregory."

"I love you, too, Nickole. Thanks for finally giving up that weed. I know it was hard to do."

Nickole frowned as they hung up the phone. What would make him say that exactly at this moment. She shook her head and let the weed filter through her lungs anyway.