The Test (August Alsina)

Blessed

" You gotta pace yourself. Don't blame them but don't blame yourself. and never hold it all in because you'll hate yourself. You have to stop being stubborn you can use some help. There's no sense in trying to hide how you truly felt." - Mark Battles

I woke up to weight lifted off of me literally for August had gone for the day. I got up and took a shower then headed downstairs for I'm starving. I see that August had brought me breakfast and had left me a note or an envelope rather.

I took the lid off and started to stuff pieces of waffle in my mouth. I hate waffle house, but it'll do. It's the thought that counts. I opened the envelope to see 5 one hundred dollar bills. I started to put it with the rest of the money he has given me but after I read the note I decided to go along with whatever assignment he has given me

Treat yourself , please

-your man,

August

I couldn't deny it any longer. I needed his help. I decided to make it real useful. He left me the keys to his mustang but I didn't feel comfortable driving yet so I walked to the nearest bus stop. I went in to town, went to the thrift shop and got a few clothing items. Luckily I ran into a photography studio that was going out of business and I got a camera, tripod, and an umbrella for a good deal. I also decided to get me a new phone because as much as I hate to admit it mine was on it's last leg. I also brought some food to surprise August with dinner. I was proud of myself for not going crazy with money. I am usually bad with money. I use to try and keep up with the Joneses and that left me in a debt that I still need to pay off. Before I ran into August I wasn't homeless or anything I was living with my mom ;however, she was hardly there. She probably doesn't know that I moved out. Well August made me move in with him. He wouldn't take no for an answer. I think the fact that my mother doesn't care like she should left a bad taste in his mouth. I'm not mad at her or anything. Over the years I've learned that sometimes you only can care and take care of you and you can't take on other problems. That probably didn't make sense but I undersand why my mom is the the way she is of course I can't act like that because I'm the kind of person who wants to know why. I really try to figure ou why life is the way it is that's probably why it's killing me. Maybe that was how Pac felt. That was random but so is life. Anyway I'm finally back at the house. I decided to strip a litle bit because I don't like wearing alot of clothes while I'm in the house. Leggings, fuzzy socks, and a black tank will do for now as I prepare this meal. I didn't know what to cook for I knew August was from the swamp lands and liked all that shit I didn't like . laughing to myself. Anyways I decided to whip something a little fancy but simple.

Of course August had to ruin the party. Luckily he wasn't high at the moment.

August: you need all them pots for some cereal?

Mia: rolls her eyes

August: It smells good w.e it is.

Mia: here hands him a plate ...

August: is this pepperoni in my chicken?

Mia:yes it's good with the spinach and portabello mushrooms

August: laughs I guess you get an A for effort in making it look fancy

Mia: fine you don't have to eat it with an attitude

August: enjoying the tension these mashed potatoes and gravy are good ...you made the gravy yourself?

Mia: yes and I mashed the red potatoes too ....

August: come here ....

Mia: ignores him

August: I said come here placing her in his lap .... bite

Mia: upset and confused bites into the stuffed chicken

she enjoyed it and didnt understand why he didn't like it

August: what's wrong, ma?

Mia: you don't like it

August: nah I love it actually ... you're cute when you're mad ...

Mia: yeah whatever hopping out of his lap and sat on the other side of the couch

August decides to take the time and savors the meal she prepared for him

August: Mia

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August: oh Mia

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places his plate in front of her face look

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August: I ate all my food mommy , don't I get a treat?

Mia: get your own treat...

August: so I get to choose

Mia; yeah I guess

August: I choose you

Mia: welp .. the kitchen is closed getting up

August: Mia means mine in spanish doesn't it

Mia: nah it's mio, el stupido

August: sigh I guess I will have to tickle you

Mia: ...whet?

August: starts tickling her and she became a non stop laugh fest

Mia: stop you're such an idiot laughs

August: anything to see you smile

Mia: there are some booze berries in the fridge

August: booze berries?

Mia: yeah try one ....

August: bites into it now you try it ....

Mia: Seductively bites into it

August: yep I knew those juicy lips were good for something

Mia: playfully shoves him

She then decides to be brave and sit in his lap facing him placing her arms around his neck .... but she gets nervous and just placed her forehead on his .

August then wraps his arms around her and carries her up the stairs. he lays her down and gives her a full body massage. They share an enticing kiss biting her bottom lip. knowing she wasn''t ready for where it lead to he gathered her into his arms and held her from behind.... He started singing to her and eventually she fell asleep.

little did she know August had his own problems. His past was catching up to him .... as he laid there in silence he heard the voice of his brother saying ...

"and you ain't gotta shed no tear. I'll be everywhere but I'mma always be right here. I ain't forgot those years. I'll be everywhere but Imma always be right here."