|: She became his drug....and he was addicted...
|: He became her everything....but was she conflicted?...
After a failed relationship, Chris was just about to say "fuck love," until Cree came around. She was tired of being lied to and cheated on, w...
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I was relaxing in my seat, scrolling through my phone as the jet was coming to a landing. Nibbling on my lip, I looked at my itinerary for today. Didn't really have too much to do today except confirm the set for my show tomorrow night, one last rehearsal, and a sound check.
"Ayo, Ant. Do I gotta do my sound check today? Just gone turn around and do the same shit tomorrow before the show."
"Up to you, boss." Anthony said, looking up from his phone. "You don't got to. That was just a precaution in case you don't have time for it. Know how hectic shit can get."
"Yea, I'mma just nick that from my plans today." I said, nodding. I adjusted my hood, going to my messages.
Since last night, me and Cree been going back and forth with texts all morning. I just smiled. It felt good to be getting somewhere with her again, even if it was just through text. She was finally letting me talk to her again, and that was a start for me. I planned on meeting up with her sometime today so we can have this big talk. It was important for the both of us...maybe we could get back to where we was. I hope so.
After about ten minutes, we got ready to hop off our flight. I was ready to get to my hotel room and chill for a minute. Jet lag wasn't no joke, man. I hurried up and grabbed my stuff and walked down the stairway, going to hop in the back of the all black truck that was waiting for me. Once my stuff was in and the door closed, I made myself comfortable and pulled my hoodie down over my face some more. I'm napping all the way there.
It had been a while since I had been back here. And I always had a good ass time. The parties was always lit, food was great, and the ladies...the ladies was always generous. But that was the last thing on my mind.
I was sitting back, rolling up as Mijo and Hadji sat on the coffee table in front of my playing the game. I just shook my head at these niggas, nudging each other. Trying to fuck the game up fo reach other. Once I finished rolling, I sat the blunt in the ashtray in front of me and pulled the other one from my ear to fire up.
Mijo had stopped by on his way from seeing Brandi, neck all marked up with hickies and shit. I wish they both just make it official already. I'm getting tired of the back and forth. But I understand why they not doing it. People need to have they fun too. Hadji ass....i ain't talked to this nigga since the shit with down with Cree. This muhfucka was STILL fucking with Brittany before the shit happened but when everything went down, he went MIA. No matter how many times I tried to call this nigga to ask him about his little bitch, he never answered. He lucky I had him in the room with me cause I'm still questioning this nigga loyalty. Deep down I feel like I should beat his ass.
I mugged him the whole time they played the game, sitting back and hitting the blunt by myself. It wasn't until Mijo turned around a couple times to notice I wasn't passing it.
