Chapter 1: Food For S.B.

S/o to my undies. What!?! I mean you know, that prologue... #. So.. hope y'all liked it.. can't really tell by the lack of comments. -_- My bad, it's cool. Naw it ain't. I want to know what you guys think. Yeah, would be nice. But enough of this. Here's the first chapter! 
                                                                                                              Cooncerely,
                                                                                                                               Green & Purp

          Man it’s hot as fuck, S.B. thought to himself. “It’s hotter den a slave ship out here.” He said quoting one of his favorite coontastic movies. The island sun was beaming it’s rays with no clouds in sight.   

          “Boy, shut up” Nicki scolded. Just as S.B. was about to respond, the program director approached them informing Nicki that it was time for her to take her seat on stage. How fucking rude.. Just gone interrupt me like that, S.B thought  “Ok, thank you” Nicki said to him. After the man left, Nicki turned to S.B. with  a look he knew all too well.

          “Don’t worry Nic, you’ll do fine” S.B. said in hopes of comforting her. She shook her head before heading to her reserved seat. He knew that she felt like her speech wouldn’t be good enough, so S.B. didn’t mind her cold response to his attempt. Now where the hell can I sit. S.B . thought to himself. He looked around mentally rejecting seats next to boring looking people. He knew he couldn’t sit by the rest of the team because they were gonna be actin’ a fool and getting him in trouble. So he settled on a seat by a blinged out white woman, who looked to be in her late-thirties.  “Ayo what’s the clarity on that ring?”

          “Excuse me?” The woman replied with a look of astonishment. That old bitch had a look on her face as if she was thinking ‘Is he going to rob me?’. S.B. unknowingly gave her a look as if she had disrespected him. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it to come off that way, I was just shocked by your boldness and knowledge of  jewelry.” S.B. and the woman by the name of Janice had a whole conversation about diamond clarities, and hadn’t realized the drive had already begun.

          Gurrrrrrrrrrrr. Damn. Was that my stomach, S.B wondered? S.B. poked at his stomach, poking out his bottom lip. He looked up at Nicki who was already looking at him wondering what the hell was wrong with him. She mouthed the word ‘NO’. He mouthed the word ‘YES’. She squinted her eyes at him and he responded by giving her the dead face.

          “WAR STARTS, WAR STAARRTTTSSSSSS!” Shit! S.B. fumbled for his phone but couldn’t get it out of his back pocket fast enough. He dodged out of view, but stole  a glance at Nicki before doing so. Her eyes were wide with a combination of embarrassment, laughter, and anger.

          On the way back to his seat, out the corner of  his eye he spotted a refreshments table. “Oh hell yeah.” S.B. said under his breath. He grabbed a napkin and started piling all types of things on it. Donuts, Cheese, Cookies, Olives, Nuts *Pauz*, Cakes. S.B. thought to himself as he picked up almost everything he saw. His eyes lit up when he noticed an aluminum pan full of Buffalo wings. Why this big ass nigga hoverin’ ova da wings, man. It was more of a statement than a question. “What the fuck?” S.B. said loud enough for the man to hear him. The man shot S.B. a dirty look. S.B. shot one back.

“It’s niggas starving’ and shit and yo fat ass back here hoverin’ ova da wings like a U.F.O.” The mans eyes widened in shock.

“I’ll have you know that I donate thousands of dollars to this organization every year. I think I deserve a wing or two every now and then.” The man stated matter-of-factly.

“You s’posed to be here fo da kids, but yo big ass wanna sit back here all day stuffin’ yo fat ass face.” The mans faced turned red of embarrassment and guilt.

“You’re one to talk, you look like you have a hefty amount on your napkin also.” The man shot back at S.B.

“Nigga I used to be one of them kids. I’m just makin’ up fo the shit I was deprived from. Now move the fuck away from the wings dip shit.” The man stormed back to his seat. S.B. got his wings and decided to grab something for Janice. On the way back to his seat S.B. noticed it was almost time for Nicki’s speech according to the program he folded into a Chinese fan. He hurried back to his seat only to find some one had taken it. Noticing an empty seat on the other side of Janice, S.B. quickly took it.. As he felt Nicki’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his head. Shit, a coon gotta eat, He thought to himself. Remembering that he had gotten enough to share, S.B. leaned over to offer something to Janice. He stopped abruptly when he noticed that the person who had stolen his seat was the same guy from the refreshment table. “This nigga.” S.B. huffed. Before he could continue he heard the current speaker say Nicki’s name which immediately caught his attention. “Better be glad Nic is on” S.B. said loud enough for the guy to hear him. The man grunted while Janice’s face filled with confusion.

          Nicki approached the podium and thanked the speaker for having her. She turned to the children, who were  already on the stage because of their choir performance, and flashed them the smile that reminded everyone of the Cleveland Indians former logo. 

          “Food for Poor is a cause that is very dear to my heart because it’s so close to home. I can really relate to the struggles and hardships of just getting by, ya know? When I was a child, my families conditions were so bad, that my parents relocated to the states in sought of a better life. And even then, after like two whole years, when I finally reunited with them there was still a struggle. Like, u guys know what I went thru. So don’t think that you’re gonna get to the pot of gold, and not have a rough road. You gotta do it. But enjoy these moments now. You know how you say you went thru something? Enjoy that…” Nicki took a pause, looking as if she was trying to get her emotions in check. “Cuz that means that God has a special plan for you. When you’re older, you’re gonna be like ohhhh, so that’s why I went thru all of that. I had to learn some things, I had to learn at a faster pace than people because I have a special, different, calling for my life.” She cleared her throat. “So the moral of the story is, be a helping force in their push to success. So please donate as much as you can. And remember It’s Barbie Biiiiiiiii!” She added that last part without cussing, probably because they were there for the kids. S.B. hopped to his feet, clapping louder than anyone. Nicki flashed him a killer smile and went back to her seat. The previous speaker came to the stage and started talking again. S.B. zoned out, wondering where he would take Nic to celebrate. Today was their departing day. They visited her family yesterday, and the day before. He loved them all, but he was tired of her cousins trying to get with him. About an hour later they were in the car on the way to the restaurant.

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