A Chance for Growth

A Little Bit Too Late

A month and a half later......

"Yooooooo....do you see those bitches? Damn, I should move up here. These bitches just ripe for the taking." Rashad spoke waving at the cute girls outside dressed and ready for the club. They giggled waving back.

"We definitely gotta invite them to the party." Rashad added following behind Terrence. A box in his hands. JJ scoffed.

"We not throwing a party Rashad." JJ spat dropping a box down. Rashad rolled his eyes looking at Terrence.

"When we start inviting, don't invite that jive turkey. He'd rather stay at home cooking for Tracie." Rashad teased, Terrence shook his head setting a box down.

JJ felt his jaw tick. He had been dealing with Shad for a few hours now. He initially was supposed to be here to help at noon he didn't show up till 6. So the boys were stuck moving in the dark. JJ was especially irritated because Tracie and him had a date planned. Taraji was gonna babysit.

"Terrence, what's next. Let's get the keyboard and all the heavy shit so I can go." JJ spoke irritated, Terrence nodded in understanding. He was growing irritated with Rashad as well.

"See what I say T? You avoided all that. Tracie got him on a leash and JJ bark when she tell him to."

"I'm fucking sick of yo stupid fat black ass!" JJ snapped.

"Makes two of us nigga. Always acting like a square. I can't say shit around you, you be on my dick more then these bitches." Rashad responded.

"WHAT DICK? The streets be talking my nigga. All you have to offer is weed and money. Ain't no bitch with you cause you the shit. You thought wrong. You just some dumb high school flunkie that can barely measure an ounce right." JJ spat stepping up.

Rashad met him head on. Terrence stood confused as he watched them go back and forth. The vibe in the room shot to straight hostility, he couldn't understand where all the aggression was coming from. He could only help but to feel left out. Something lay just beneath the surface.

"Yeah this flunkie got yo ass by the balls huh bitch?" Rashad spat, he watched JJ pull back and smirked. It dropped as JJ shoved him hard.

"NIGGA I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE!" JJ spat his fist hitting the palm of his other hand. Rashad glared at him, challenge in his eyes. Terry had, had enough.

"YO! Chill the fuck out! Like damn y'all bugging. I don't know what y'all got going on, but that's not why I asked for some damn help. Cut me some fucking slack alright, I'm tired, my girl ain't talking to me, and I'm actually really moving out. Like damn can a nigga process my life without y'all going at it?" Terrence ranted, JJ huffed calming slightly.

"....My bad T. I didn't mean no disrespect. I need to cool off, ima go unpack the truck." JJ spoke dapping Terrence up. He tossed Rashad a glare before he stormed out. Rashad fixed his clothing shaking his head.

"Man JJ tripping, I think he on his period." Rashad spat angrily. Terrence sighed, moving a unmarked box to the table.

"Stop messing with him Shad. Y'all both seem to be really antsy." Terrence spoke opening the box. He needed to know what it was before he could put it in a room.

"I'm not antsy. He just sensitive." Rashad defended, Terrence rolled his eyes.

"You've been riding him pretty hard lately. Just chill for once." Terrence spat annoyance clear in his voice. His hands paused looking into the box. A sharp pain hitting his chest. It was a box full of picture frames, the one on top a picture of him and Taraji. It was a pic of her and Terry in a pool. She was suspended in the water by his arms in a bikini, him in his trunks. They were smiling at each other, he remembered his birthday party like it was yesterday. Sighing he set the picture down.