Guns & Roses || (August Alsina)

65.

Quincy

"Quin!" Carina shouted from down the hall.

"Yes baybeh"

"Can you bring the rest of the bags down. I'm exhausted" She stressed.

"I got em, give me a sec" I spit the toothpaste out my mouth. Lifting an eyebrow I looked back at the door.

"Matter fact tell that nigga get out the car" I yelled before pouring the Listerine in my mouth then swishing it around. Letting the rest out I checked my face and teeth. As I brushed the front of my freshly cut hair I heard a knock at the door.

"Nigga whatchu want now" Kaylee called standing by the frame.

"Help me get these bags. You lazy as shit" Sucking his teeth we went downstairs with our luggage bringing them to his car. Since I knew Kaylee would be up I decided to call him instead of waiting for a cab at 4 in the morning.

"Come on Ri" I said as I stepped back in the house. Furrowing my eyebrows I looked around until I saw her passed out on the couch.

"I kno you lyin" I laughed.
"You ain't even do nothin'"

Groaning she kicked her feet before getting up.
"I brought the bags down"

"A carry on an' one suitcase" I shook my head.

"Hey, they were heavy" She pointed walking around me to grab her purse and phone.

Doing a second quick go around I came back.
"You got everything?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yea, come on" I held the door open for her before setting her alarm and locking everything up.

Since we were gonna be gone for a minute I made sure every window and door was fully locked. She also gave Corey her keys so he could check the house if need be.

Yesterday we brought Blu to her momma's since she fell in love with that dog once she saw it. We ain't even have to find someone to watch him which was good cause it was less stress on me.

After settling in the car Kaylee pulled off almost giving me a damn stroke.

"I just hope God let niggas fight in heaven"

"Dude. I'm only doing 70, chill"

"Only 70?!" Carina said quickly buckling her seatbelt.

"Y'all gotta live a little"

"We'on got the same definition of living" I said causing him to suck his teeth.

It was quiet while he drove and I rested my eyes. We've been up all night. I fell asleep around 1:30 and that ain't do me no justice cause now I'm up again.

"So when you become this romantic ass nigga? I mean Cayman Islands? I kno y'all finna do a lot of fucking on this trip"

"Kaylee?" I questioned as laughter could be heard from the back. At this point, I was unfazed by the things that came out of his mouth.

"No, we aren't. I'm celibate K" She lied causing me to lightly chuckle.

"Nah, man. Say you swear"

Laughing she nodded as he looked at her through the rearview mirror.
"Say, you a strong ass dude" He tapped my chest.

"Thanks, fam. Shit has been hard outchea"

"Wait, Wait. So that mean you can't touch- at all?" He asked totally mind blown. Anybody who didn't kno him would think he was being funny with the shit he would say but this nigga was always deadass. It was comical but scary at the same time.