She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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The woman is sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone, paying me no nevermind. I let out a relieved breath, tugging my hat's brim over my eyes. X looks over at me and stands with a smile on his face.

"What's up, Pebs?" He greets, dapping me up. "Nothin' much," I say. "What you got down?" He goes back to the table he was previously sitting at and I follow.

He sits in front of an opened notebook with scratchy looking handwriting all over the page. He flips a few pages, all full of black ink, until he approaches one that's halfway done.

"I'm thinking about calling it SAD! or something," he says, scribbling the title at the top of the page.

I bend down, skimming over some of the lyrics. "Ya see, I'm just gonna repeat the chorus a few times and only have one verse. Thing is, I can't finish it," he picks up the book and hands it to me.

"I gave her everything. She took my heart and left me lonely. I think broken hearts contentious. I won't fix, I'd rather weep...," I mumble to myself. I hand him his notebook back.

"You got a beat?" He nods, standing up again, "Yeah." He goes over to the producer table and start pressing buttons and shit. A few seconds later, the intro to the best starts playing.

I start nodding my head, 'cause the shit fire. "Damn, that's a'ight," I praise him. He chuckles, turning the volume down. "Thanks. I got the idea when I was sitting in my car. You're literally just listening to my car turn on."

I laugh, "That's clever, my dude." He picks up his book and starts reading the lyrics out loud. I start to do it with him since he keeps repeating the same part. He then goes to the verse, stopping at 'I'd rather weep'.

"How about you slow it down? Something like 'I'm lost and I'm found. I love when you're around' or something like that?" He nods, "I was thinking something like that. Maybe separate those lines."

For the next few minutes, we worked on the track before finally finishing it. "Wanna feature on it with me?" He asks. I shrug, "I mean, if you're cool with it?" He smiles and playfully punches me in my arm.

Damn, I haven't realized how much I missed my little brother until now. It's sad because the woman that took him from us is just a few feet behind me. She hasn't spoken a word since I've been in here.

"So what where you working on before I walked in?" I ask him. He starts to sketch random pictures on a blank page. "An old track. About this girl I knew from over a year ago that killed herself. I'm just listening out so that I don't sound redundant, ya know?"

I nod sadly, "Sorry about that, man." He shrugs, "I still blame myself for it. I know it wasn't anything I could've done, but it still hurts." I put a hand on his shoulder but he moves it away.

I look at him in concerned perplexity. "Don't take it personal. I don't like when people try to comfort me. It makes me feel weak. Thank you, though," he continues drawing.

I fall awkwardly silent, not knowing what to say or do. He suddenly stops then turns to me, "My fault for making it awkward, vro." I shake my head, "You good, fam. I asked and you answered," I humor.

"When do you want me to come it for the song?" He flips back to the lyrics and trails a finger over the words. "Here since you wrote it," he says, pointing to the slower part of the verse. I nod, "A'ight, I got you." He smiles at me, "Get your ass in the booth then, li'l nigga."

I suck my teeth, "Vro, I'm taller and older than you." I laugh, standing up, grabbing the book, and entering the booth. "You still a li'l nigga, though, Li'l Nigga," he says, now sitting at the producer table.