4 *Cont.*
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*August*
"Look.You tell me what you know about Melvin and I won't kill you."
"Look bruh! I don't know who that is! Can I just go?!"
"Nah nigga! Tell me what you know! I know yo ass lyin' by the way that you look. Tell me. What. You know. I'm already lettin' yo ass live. Now, I ain't gon' tell you again. Tell me what the f**k you know about Melvin!" I yelled
No answer. This nigga actin' like his ass can't fuckin' talk. 'Iight...this gon' make his ass talk. I'm tired of dealin' with this mothafucka. So I pull out my gun and c**k it.
"BRUH! I AIN'T TELLIN' YOU NO MORE!" I yell aiming at his head. "SAY SOMETHING OR IMMA BLOW YO FUCKIN' BRAIN OUT!"
"'Iight! Look...he owed my boss money. Boss man said if he ain't have his money in a week his ass is dead. A week later we was sent to kill him. It was like three or four in the mornin' when he got shot..."
"So you shot my brother?"
"Nah man, I was the driver cause I ain't wanna do it, bruh. I ain't even watch'em do it. I turned my head the other way..."
"Who was you with that night? I wanna know the niggas that did this shit..."
He shook his head.
"I ain't tellin' you that bruh..."
"BRUH! DO YOU WANNA DIE TONIGHT OR NAH?!"
This nigga really pushin' my damn buttons. It don't take me long to get pissed..
"'IIGHT! Their names are Mike, Ray-Ray, James, and Quan!"
"'Iight look...." I trail off
"My name's Aaron.."
"'Iight look Aaron. You're finna go on a mission. All I need you to do is bring back information from yo boss man and where his trap at. Just that simple. Imma keep it one hundred with you...all them mothafuckas gon' die. I'll spare yo life this one time. I never done this before. So yo ass is lucky. If you f**k this s**t up, Imma kill you and them. Ion give a f**k if you got a family or not cause I lost my brother and y'all mothafuckas ain't care if I or his three kids lost him or not!"
"'Iight. Thanks bruh. I ain't gon' f**k it up. I want my life"
"Yea. What the f**k ever. Just don't f**k s**t up. I'm only givin' yo ass one chance and one chance only. So choose smartly."
And with that I got up and left. And left his ass tied in that chair. It's 1:50 a.m. Lemme go to my place and get my s**t and go to MeMe's...
*Mariah*
Since I got home, all I've done was clean. I cleaned from the time I got here to now and it's like 1:50 a.m. I think I have OCD or some s**t. Am I tired? Nah. I'm just tired of cleaning. But all I have to do is vaccum…
*5 minutes later*
I'm finally done cleaning and a girl need a shower. I take a good shower, put on my bath and body works, VS panties, spandex shorts, a sports bra to match, and put my hair in a messy bun. When I finished, I played some Kstylis on my phone and connected it to my radio and turned it up. I don't care what time it is. I turned on my vents, set it on heat, and went into the kitchen cause I was hungry and what not. I put my Chicken Express on a plate and into the microwave then Trampoline Booty came on and I was turnin' up by myself. I was twerkin' in the kitchen. Since I dance it just came natural. When my food was done I set it on the island counter and went to the refrigerator and got some orange juice then grabbed my Vodka and two red plastic cups. Then my favorite part came on. I just put everything down forgettin' I was at home and not at a party. When the song was over, I fixed my drink and turned around to my food and August was standin' there smilin' hard than a b***h! I ain't even know he was standin' there.
"f**k AUGUST! DON'T BE DOIN' THAT s**t! WHAT THE f**k IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
*August*
So I got to MeMe's house around 2:50 a.m. When I pull up, I hear loud music...Kstylis music at that. I get out the car and get my stuff. Is she cleanin' up or throwin' a party? So I unlock the door. I don't see her no where, then I heard the microwave beep so she had to be eatin'. I sat my stuff on the couch. Her house smell good. I walk into the kitchen and the FIRST THING I SEE...is MeMe's ass in the air twerkin' while she tryna fix some orange juice and Vodka. Everything that was on my mind stressin' me out, went away at that very moment cause those spandex was doin' her wonders haha. She ain't even know I was standin' there. I just watched her with this big ass grin on my face. When she turned around I swear she turned white. All I could do was laugh. She never told me she could dance. Well...like that anyways. Maybe she could teach me cause a nigga ain't got no rhythm. I can't even sway side to side without gettin' off beat...
"WHOO! Lemme catch my breath! Ya know you turned white right?!"
I died laughin'. I had to hold the wall just to keep myself from fallin' over on the floor.
"But for real...I ain't know you could dance like that. I only thought you can only like...ya know..."
"Nahhh. There's more to me in that dancin' area. I don't just twerk. That's what I do. I love it!"
"And. So. Do. I" I said lickin' my lips lookin' at her ass.
She just looks at me with a straight face.
"I'm juss sayin'..."
"Well the next party that come around, I'll give you a lil taste" She says sitting in front of her food. "Oh yea Mr. Popeyes, yo food in the microwave."
"HA HA HA! Very funny..."
I start to laugh.
"I know right! That's why I'm laughin'."
"You got a smart mouth you know that...?"
"Yeahhhh. But you kiss this smart mouth. MWAHH!"
I swear she got a smart mouth, but it's cute though. For now anyways. Now that I have no distractions, I can finally eat my food. If it was up to ME. I would eat this everyday. For real! While we were eatin', we was laughin' and talkin'...at three in the mornin'. Good thing we ain't goin' to school tomorrow.
"I'm finna go put my stuff up"
"Just leave yo plate, I'll put it in the dishwasher. And you can go in my room if ya like instead of a guest room. I'll be up in a few..."
"'Iight"
I walk in the livin' room, grab my bag off the couch, and jog upstairs to her room. I go to the dresser put my clothes and s**t in there. As I'm puttin' my clothes away, I just start singin' Hypothetically. Singin' is just something I do as a hobby, but my brother wanted me to go professional. I gave it a thought, but Ion know if I wanna stop the street life. Besides singin'...that's all I know how to do. And besides, Ion think a record company would take a ex-drug dealer/drug lord. But I made a promise to my brother. And I'm gonna keep it. Not only for me...but for my mama and nieces.
*Mariah*
As I entered my room I hear singin'. And it's comin' from August! I didn't know he could sing. He just ain't findin' out that I can. I sneak in and put my phone on charge. When I do I say his name...
"August?"
Then he quickly stopped singin'...
"Huh?"
"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"
"You was in here the whole time?"
"Mmmmm. I heard you on my way up here. Then I crept in here..."
"Damn that was supposed to be a secret. Well kinda"
"What do you mean by kinda?"
He sighs and he looks at me.
"The only people that knew I could sing was my mama, Mel, Trey, Kirk, Chris, and Michael."
"Well now I know. Have you ever thought about goin' pro? I think you should..."
"That's what my brother said before he died. I promised him I was..."
"Well, ya needa do it. I can help you out if ya like." I said sittin' on his lap
"Really? How?" He asked raisin' his eyebrow
"You and that eyebrow. Come on" I said grabbin' his hand
Now what y'all don't know is that I have a studio in my house. Its always been here. I even use it. I make my CDs and s**t in here. I do everything myself. The beats, I write my own s**t and I even sell it. I'm surprised August ain't heard it yet.
"Where we at?"
"Just look. Go on...don't be skurd."
"I ain't skurd" He said laughing
He walks in and turns on the light. He turns around and looks at me.
"You got a studio in yo house? Damn! This dope s**t!"
I giggle as I look at him.
"Thanks. I've had it for awhile. My friend used to use it and so did-Ummm my friend used it when she used ta live down here. Then she moved to Cali. I still make beats and s**t like that and have people pay to use it."
"Damn. So you make beats, huh? And how much do it cost to use it?"
"Yup!" I say emphasizing the p "And just fifteen a hour"
"That's wassup! Aye startin' soon Imma make a demo or something. I already got songs written and I'll have yo money"
"'Iight but Aug...you ain't gotta pay me. I'm helpin' you reach yo goal. So bae it's all good"
He leans down and kisses me and I kiss back. I love his lips.
"Thanks babe. I promise when I get famous Imma let'em know who got me there"
"*laughs* 'Iight. Imma be watchin' for that. But you know what..."
"What?"
"I'm finna go light a blunt.."
"*chuckles* It's three something in the mornin'.."
"Boy I do this everynight..."
"*laughs* Hell, well let's go then!"
*4 a.m.*
YO! Aug and I are high as f**k! Lol. We had at least two or three blunts and I got the munchies!
"MeMe..."
I look up at him cause I'm layin' down on his legs..
"What?"
"I want you to meet my mama..."
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