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Location- August house.
Date- September 03, 2014 Wednesday
Time- 9:30 am
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A U G U S T POV
I woke up in my bed, smelling bacon, eggs, and pancakes. This time the pancakes didn't smell burnt.
I got out the bed and put on some gym shorts, and socks. Then, I made my way downstairs where the smell was coming from.
"Maria, do you think my daddy will like this color ?" I heard Ant voice from the kitchen.
"Like what color ?" I asked coming from around the corner. Ant hurried up and hide what he had behind his back. "What you hiding ?"
"Nothing. You can't see yet me not finished." He giggled, and ran out the kitchen.
"What's up with him ?" I asked as I leaned on the wall watching Maria cook. She had on some black joggers and a cute fitted white shirt.
"Did you go home and come back ?" She nodded her head. "You not gone speak ?"
She laughed before walking towards me with a plate of food. "Happy birthday, Auggie !"
"So my name Auggie name ?"
"Boy, if you don't take this damn plate !" She laughed.
I took the plate and sat at the table. "Thanks." I said.
"Oh, your mom called. She said drop by the house around 2 today."
"You answered my phone ?"
"No ! She called the house phone, and you know when people leave a voicemail it says what there saying out loud."
"Oh okay."
Dingggggg Donggggg !!
"Can you get the door ?" I asked M, while stuffing eggs in my mouth.
"Oh, I can answer the door, But can't answer the fucking phone." She said, mumbling the last part. But, I caught what she said. I kissed my teeth, and got up to answer the door.
I opened the door and there stood Chris and Tyga.
"Happy birthday you New Orleans mother fucker !!" Chris happy ass said, shoving the freshly bought cake in my face.
"Happy birthday hoe." Tyga said laughing.
"I smell food. Right about now I can eat a car." Chris said, while walking into the kitchen. Like, who the fuck says that type of shit.
The cake read 'Happy Birthday August Anthony Alsina' in blue icing.
"Who paid for this shit ?" I asked Tyga.
"Maria. She asked could I pick it up to her."
The only question in my head right now is....How the fuck she get his number ?
"Oh and I got another surprise for you." Tyga said pulling a piece of paper out his pocket.
I don't care what he pull out. He just better not pull out his light bill, like he did last time. Talking bout "Aye, you used to collecting them bills, right ?"
I'm thinking he talking bout money, by the way he was moving his fingers. I nodded my head, and this fool gone say "Here go another bill. Pay it." Then, go had me his light bill.
He handed me the paper, and there it was. A list of concerts that'll last me 3 months.
"It's gone be me, you, Chris, and Trey."
