Imagine getting a call that YOU were chosen to be signed to a record label. Also imagine having to stop your reality just to become someone and something you're not. Having fame is not easy and some people regret making that decision.
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"How you been?" Jakari slouched on my couch making himself at home.
"Been good for the most part. Just tryna get my shit back in order," I chewed down on my bottom lip and looked over to him. "What about 'chu?"
"Big chillin, really just been tryna find any way outta New York. I love it there and all but I need some different,"
"I feel that," I rested my head up on my hand. "I wish you would've stopped by earlier. I'm finna go to bed,"
"Shit, I called," he smacked his lips and shrugged. "But we got plenty of time to catch up, and I know to keep my distance and shit so tell homeboy I ain't no threat,"
"Unless you still want me?" He smirked and just chuckled. "But nah, I'll hit you in the morning,"
He smiled smacking his hand on my thigh before getting up, weighing me down.
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"Jakari, I'ma fuck you up," I charged towards him but I see he's still too quick for me.
"Goodnight," he wiggled his eyebrows before leaving out the door.
"Night," I rolled my eyes before closing the door behind him.
We were always gone be cool. We'd been rocking since elementary school and I hated him. Me always being quiet, he was the complete opposite.
