Enlighten Me (StemxStudxStud)

13

Brillari's Point of View~

I woke up randomly as we pulled up to my house. I started stretching, and took off my seatbelt. "Yo ass was out cold the whole time," Taylor laughed. I rubbed the sleepy crust from my eyes and shot the private investigator a look. "You stayin over or what?"

"You think that's appropriate, since I'm helping you with the case?" she asked formally, taking off her seatbelt and looking over at me. "Nigga, what we gon do? Fondle each other's PlayStations?" I rolled my eyes. "I don't know...you might be good with your hands," Taylor smirked. I smacked my lips and looked away, smiling.

"I'll stay over. It's just weird. I never had many friends growing up. Not that we're friends or anything..I'm just helping you out," Taylor added. "I'm not used to having anyone to share jokes with. None of my high school friends even talk to me now. It makes me wonder what's wrong with me."

"Nothing's wrong with you. And, despite you not liking it, I'm your friend. You're pretty smart and you're funny."

"I'm pretty or I'm pretty smart?" Taylor smirked. "Taylor..Theodore," I remembered her last name, "I did not know you were a flirt. Congratulations, welcome to the Big Flirt Academy." Taylor shrugged, "I didn't say I didn't get pussy. I just said I didn't have any friends."

"Okay, ew....you seem too innocent to be out here eating out females," I stated, raising my hands in the air.

"Don't mistake the way I uphold myself as me not being a freak. Classy bitches have the best pussy. And who says I eat out the females?"

I laughed at Taylor then my eyes widened realizing what she meant. I looked away and smiled awkwardly, "Well damn."

"We goin inside or what?" she asked while avoiding eye contact, opening the car door slowly.

"Yeah. I'll find you sumin to wear," I offered.

Taylor turned the car off and we got out, parked in front of my townhouse's driveway. "Ian even think about that. I'm sorry," Taylor said. I shrugged, "Girl, you good." We hurried up to my front door with our hoodies over our faces and I unlocked my house. Once inside, I locked the door behind us and boredly watched the lights automatically turn on.

"This place is pretty small cause it's made for one person. You can sleep with me or on the couch," I told her. Taylor sat down her stuff and rose an eyebrow, "Even after what I told you." I shrugged carelessly, "We were both females before, and we still females now mane. The same ones at that."

Taylor sent me a little smile, but I handed her the remote to my tv. "Watch whatever you want, ima shower again and I'm finna get in the bed. I gotta lotta recording to do today and I'm tired as a bitch."

"I suppose I'll go to sleep too then. Don't wanna be lonely," she stated.

"Do whatever. I'm exhausted," I said sleepily.

I woke up still in my clothes from yesterday. It was ten something and when I got up to check on Taylor, she was out cold. I debated drawing on her face, but I didn't know if that would be "overstepping her boundaries", or whatever that meant.

I took the shower I had been meaning to take before I had collapsed on my bed, then went back to check on Taylor. She was beginning to wake up, so I decided I'd cook her something to eat. "A breakfast sandwich alright?" I asked her. "Uh huhh," she yawned.

"Bet."

I got to whipping something up. Halfway through, Taylor got up and came into the kitchen. I didn't think nothing of it, assuming she had thought the food was ready or she was maybe thirsty.

Taylor placed her arms around my waist and rested her head against my back. "Taylor- Taylor what are you doing?" I asked. I turned myself around in her arms, they were still clutching tightly to me.

Taylor was still asleep. Boy would this be awkward facing later on. Taylor was shorter than me and a little skinnier. I picked her up as best as I could and took her to my bedroom to lay down. I rushed back to turn the burners off, then I went back to tuck her in.

I finished cooking breakfast and put hers in the microwave for whenever she woke up. She looked like she needed her sleep.

I finished my breakfast and left her at my house, to go record. I knew it wouldn't take too long, and I also knew she wasn't going to do anything stupid at my house.

I arrived at the studio, signed in, and found my label's director waiting for me. "Dissing Dizzy huh?" she asked. I stopped her before she finished talking and wrote "Dissing Dizzy" as my title to the rap I held in my hands. "My bad, it's just such a good title. But yeah, I decided to go with that. She wanted to start drama- ima end the drama."

"Do you know...Karlen Dizzy?" she asked tentatively.

"No, I don't even know why she went off on me the way she did," I said honestly. "It's really a mystery to me." The director gestured to the studio, "No crew?"

"I kind of do everything on my own. My sister used to help, but now she's in prison. I don't wanna really replace her in anything," I admitted.

"It might be helpful though," the director suggested, brushing back one of her blonde curls. "I'll help today, but I'll be finding you a crew unless you do."

I stayed silent. I knew shit like this was going to happen. I made my way to the microphone and gave the director a nod to play the track.

"Karlen...I'm just mindin my own business....sumin you should try, you always postin food pics, does moms know you fucked Five Guys? Why you lyin sayin you did this and that....cause you know I punched first and left Karlen Dizzy witta wack, my jeans stay sagged, cause I got da bag...Houston can have two top fags ...startin fake beef to get some clout...bitch you a pig...I can see ya snout."

The director stopped the track and gave me a tight smile. "Not to intrude on your...creativity, but this won't hurt a fly. I need you to dig at her guts, maybe even mention someone who digs in her guts. This needs to be "ending drama worthy" by 5 pm today, Miss Ari Brill. Send it to me and I'll take care of producing and everything else."

The director left and I sagged against the stool. Maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was.

"Karlen...ian do shit, but yo girl. You claimin you own Houston, but this been my world. Talkin shit, sayin lies, you real good at that. But when I beat that ass, ya hits was real slack. Comin fo me, in da IG chat....ya fans all around you...like some gnats. Ion fuck wit pussy bitches, tryna get a rack. Sent this song to a dick rider....face covered in Similac. Fucked and got yo nudes leaked, dirty pussy, shit is wack. You makin deals, I got da label, won't you look at dat?"

"I think you should try again," the director peeked her head in. I blushed, not realizing she had still been here.

"Chasin my bag..what do I see? Karlen's nudes and ha niggas sippin Hennessy. She claimed she had hands, but today there was none to see. I saw all of yo fans, cheerin for you and then they cheered for me. Label signed me on, you real jealous....that's a personal technicality. Mad at me...cause I got a thing fo succeedin, you been a dick rider since all the states seceded. I know my place, I know my worth, learn yours, I'm not conceited. I did you bad...at da mall, like Michael Jackson, bitch beat it."

"I think that's the one. Do it to the track and I'll have everything covered. I'll let you know when things are finalized so you can send Karlen her early copy." The director left and my phone rung.

Roze and Adorah and Taylor flashed to my mind but it was only a 1-800 number. I sighed and finished recording, then left the studio. I headed back home, sluggish but also glad that the director had been proud of me and my rap.

Hopefully Karlen was in a hospital somewhere salty as a bitch because her music was stagnant.