a work of art | trippie redd

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i stood in shock as trippie and i made eye contact. "holy shit." i said softly and made my
way closer to him.

"what happened? i invited you to the party and then you never showed up." he asked me with a confused face.

"my sister got sick so i had to go home and take care of her." i mean, it was partially true.

"is she okay?" trippie asked with concern etched in his eyes.

"yeah, trip, shes okay." i smiled.

"you can call me michael if you want. i'll also accept baby." michael said jokingly, winking at me making me laugh. "can i get your snapchat now before you disappear on me again?"

i blushed and nodded. he pulled out his iphone 11 plus and opened snapchat. he gave me the phone so i could type in my username. i gave it back to him and stood there.

"well? aren't you gonna add me back?" michael asked, making me outwardly cringe.

i slowly pulled my broken phone out of my pocket and looked at him shyly. "sorry that i... um." i trailed off.

"have an iphone 6? why would i care? the kind of phone you have doesn't define who you are as a person. just because i have a lot of money doesn't mean i look down on those who don't have as much as me." the hurt in his eyes was evident as he said this.

i stumbled over my words trying to apologize, but he gave me a kind smile and told me it was okay.

he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and gently grabbed my arm, making me flinch involuntarily.

"what happened?" he asked.

"oh, it's nothing." i flushed.

"did someone do this to you?" when he asked this, i went quiet. "aliseyah?"

i sighed. "yeah, the guy i delivered food to before i came here grabbed my arm because he was trying to make me go inside with him." i muttered.

"what's his address?" michael asked through gritted teeth.

"no, it's okay. i'm just never delivering food to that address again." i reassured him.

"i gotta beat his ass. that nigga is the scum of the earth, there's no way imma let him slide after he did some shit like that." he said, and i could see the anger in his eyes.

"it's okay, i promise." i said gently, trying to calm him down. i had to change the negative energy that was surrounding us. "can i just say," i started. "burger king is an awful choice." we both laughed at that remark.

"come in and eat with me and you'll see how good this is." trippie asked.

"oh, i don't know. i still have so many orders to do."

"just for 20 minutes." he said.

"fine, but the food better be worth it." i teased. he stepped aside and i walked into the mansion. it was beautiful. there was a huge chandelier in the front hallway, a minimalistic table with a vase full of flowers, and one thing i noticed was that the house smelled a lot like weed.