Cooncerely,
Green & Purp
I was lurking on twitter when I saw this tweet from a crazy Barb I think I followed back in the summer time. This girl was a fucking lunatic and oh so bossy. Great addition to my TL.
ItsMarthaBitch Nicki Tell Em'
@GreenAndPurp No WEAK right now!! LmASSoooo not Vaginal Reconstruction!!! Im OVER YOU Purp!!! HAHAHHAA
“Ew. How the fuck is that funny?” I thought out loud. I needed a good laugh so I decided to see what she was talkin’ ‘bout. Clicking the tweet, I began to snoop.
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GreenAndPurp Green&Purp
@ItsMarthaBitch No... ask Green, you be having me dying. If Nic knew you was gone make her need vaginal reconstruction in yo fic. -Purp
WTF? AND it’s about me in another one of these stories. Swear all my Barbz betta have a freakin’ A+ in their composition classes.
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ItsMarthaBitch Nicki Tell Em'
@GreenAndPurp See i told u! Dont let her hide her inner freak!! She loves it!!! lmao Purp ur funny!!
My inner freak eh? These Barbz are a mess. They bet not be bugs either. Thinkin’ they grown asses. I clicked new tweets before scrolling some more of the conversation.
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GreenAndPurp Green&Purp
@ItsMarthaBitch I can't... *thinks about the most recent time she hints she likes to get her ass eat* -Purp
I tried to remember a different time other than the one I assumed they were talking about. Oh. Right. Biggest Freak. I shook my head. They take everything so seriously. I don’t think they’re ready for the return of old Nicki.
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ItsMarthaBitch Nicki Tell Em'
@GreenAndPurp Every1 kno Nic a freak @ heart nothin new! it can be tasteful SOMETIMES but u kno she like to get down! Jus keepin it real!LOL
“Wooooow. SOMETIMES?” They really tryna get exiled. I’ma let them slide since it might be true. I giggled to myself. Talking ‘bout “keepin’ it real”. Most likely, real nasty.
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GreenAndPurp Green&Purp
@ItsMarthaBitch SEE!!! I can't with you talking bout Nic like that. If that time comes it will be tasteful and minimal. -Purp
Hmmm. I like this Purp person, but what’s up with the name. That has to be changed if they wanna follow back. I don’t promote recreational drug use for my Barbz.
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ItsMarthaBitch Nicki Tell Em'
@GreenAndPurp I remember that!! lmao He did nicki was playin to much, like she is NOW!! She needs to give up the goods!! haha
“Damn. My Barbz too?! What is this a ball about?” I’ve only looked into a few of these fictions and some of them be… just.. I can’t.
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GreenAndPurp Green&Purp
@ItsMarthaBitch No, you & yo comments have me like O.O.. I remember you said something like "Now SB need to get his!" lol. -Purp
“Sheeiit, all S.B. need to get is his emotions in check.” I looked at the time on my taskbar. It was almost nine. I had been up before sunrise, making some calls and writing some deep shit that might make the album. I really needed some rest.
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ItsMarthaBitch Nicki Tell Em'
“Y’all both are. Talkin’ ‘bout my shit getting’ stretched out. What the fuck y’all got me doing?” I said out loud, before I opened this green and purp page in another tab.
I did it to see their bio like I always try to do before I follow any Barbz or KenBarbz back. I’m guessing it’s more than one of ‘em from their use of ‘we’. They claim TeamMinaj and even got me and S.B.’s twitters in it, but it’s clear this is an account for their story. They even got the link posted. Bold asses. I didn’t follow them though. Swear if TeamMinaj found out I knew about these fictions they’d always attack me with that Onikafaree and Dricki shit. I closed out that tab and returned to my home page which had like 500 new tweets. I ignored them and scrolled to the very top of the conversation.
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GreenAndPurp Green&Purp
-____- Oh I can be mean. Don't write a check yo ass can't cash. -Purp
“Oop.” And I guess that was the beginning of the convo cause there weren’t any more thought bubbles. “Well that was interesting.” I huffed before exited out my browser and shutting my Mac close.
I can always count on my Barbz to entertain and or distract me from reality. Career wise I was doing fantastic, but when it comes to the personal life, I’m fucked. And not literally… according to the whole freakin’ world.
The only thing that’s better than what has become my norm was the fact that Wayne was staying with me for a couple of weeks. He had a huge schedule to maintain, which all took place in LA and the paps was on him like Amber Cole… World: The Sideline Story, which is a classic. Go cop it legally. Sorry, we’re not that heartless, but back to the story. They were stalked outside of every hotel he booked. Even the motel he tried to sneak away to. So he finally gave up and came here. Don’t know why he didn’t just do that in the first place. Maybe he heard the disdain in my voice when he ran it by me the first time. Swear one bad thing always screws up the good. I really didn’t mind it because most of the time, it was like he wasn’t here. And when he was here, he was sleeping. Honestly his stay went by fast. He’d be leaving in a few days. Supposedly right after Drake’s somewhat forced release party.
I pushed my Mac to the other side of the bed and laid down… I couldn’t sleep, so I threw on my robe and headed to the kitchen to make my grandmas special black tea recipe. She passed it down to me and a few of my cousins during one of my last trips to see her. Told us it was perfect for nights like this. On my way, I spotted Wayne sitting up on the long chaise like, white chair that sat in the corner of our main room.
“Shit! You scared me.” My heart skipped a beat. Wayne chuckled. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Real Gs move in silence.”
“Yeah, yeah, like lasagna. I know.” I said groggily.
“You sound as tired as I feel, Nic.” He told me.
“Why are you woke?” I asked. “Don’t you got something to do early in the morning?”
“Can’t sleep.” He said, getting up and following me into the kitchen. He took a seat at the bar as I searched for the ingredients.
“Well that shit ain’t gone help you.” I said, taking his Styrofoam cup from him.
“What exactly is this shit anyways?” I asked, sniffing it. He took it back.
“Nunya.” He replied simply.
“Right, I don’t want none of it.” I walked back to the stove and turned the eye on under the tea kettle. “If you hadn’t threatened me that shit wouldn’t even be in here.” I said, making a dramatic arm motion to my place, which was dimly lit.
“How I threaten you?”
“You said ‘Friends don’t judge. They just hand me my cup and keep it filled up’.” I quoted, in my best impersonation of him.
“I did say that huh?” I pouted and nodded my head. “I don’t see how that was a threat doe.”
“You was practically sayin’ if I didn’t let you sip you wasn’t gone be my friend anymore.” I whined. He kissed his teeth.
“Quit being a pussy.”
“Quit being a dick.” I shot back. He shook his head.
“You still Young Money.” He said before taking a sip.
“Fuck that’s spose to mean?”
“I mean we cool. Damn. Whatchu mean?”
“Oh.” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Of course I’m Young Money.”
“What? You thought that was another threat?” He asked.
“Shut up.” I smiled.
After the tea was done, I added the vanilla creamer, honey and a hint of cocoa powder to it. I got us both a mug and placed his in front of him.
“Here’s your cup.” He made a closed mouth grin. I put on a oven mitten and brought over the kettle. “And know I’m filling it up.”
“Thanks.” He smiled.
“Ummm hmm. So why yo girl been tryna come over here since the day you arrived?” I asked him.
“Who my girl?” He responded.
“Nelly.” I said. “All of a sudden ‘We need to chill more’ and ‘We should be closer since we’re the only chicks in YM’. I’m like…”
“It ain’t my fault everybody love Tunechi.” He chuckled.
“Ha! Everybody?”
“Who don’t? Besides them hatin’ ass niggas.”
“Uhm, me and Lauren don’t love Tunechi. She be crackin’ jokes on yo midget ass every time I bump into her.” Wayne’s face twisted.
“You can’t talk Nic. You short too.”
“We wasn’t talkin’ bout ya height when she said midget.” He gave me they deadest face. I was dying.
“Y’all need to keep me and my dick out y’all conversations.”
“Oh tay Wayne. I’m sowry.” I pouted, then we both laughed.
There was an awkward silence until he spoke.
“This good doe, Nic.”
“Thanks. It’s a family recipe.”
“I like this condo too. Might have to be my regular LA chill spot.”
“Feel free. Mi casa es su casa.”
After a few minutes, we both finished our tea. He waited until I put our cups in the dishwasher, before we traveled down the hall to our separate rooms, saying good night and going to bed.
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I hadn’t been seeing much of Safaree these past couple days. My schedule was clear for the next few days, which meant his was too. Lauren said if he wasn’t here or at the gym he was over Chris John’s apartment most of the time being a cock block. I told her that nigga could be in Timbuktu for all I care. I wasn’t gonna entertain his liddle tantrum. If he wanted to be childish about it, oh well. It’s not like I was only rejecting him. I had ass loads of people tryna get with me. Niggas, married niggas and females too. This made me laugh because I instantly thought of Rihanna. She was convinced that we were gonna be together. I’m not sure if she’s even playing anymore. I missed my girl. I made a mental note to call her soon. My phone buzzed and it was a text from Wayne.
Nae said she miss u.
Oh really?
Yep. She wanna kno can she hang out wit u.
Sure. I replied, even though I knew he just wanted to get rid of her.
K.
He gave me the directions to where they were and I called Dream to take me. We pulled up at the place the directions lead to and got out. I heard Reginae as soon as came through the door.
“Daddy I don’t wanna do no more interviews. I’m hungry.” He just looked at her and smiled.
“WAYNE. Why you ain’t feedin’ her?” Reginae smiled when she saw me and got up to give me a hug.
“I told her if she agreed to these, she’d have to be dedicated. She said yeah, so oh well.” He replied.
He was always tryna teach somebody a lesson. How you have to put business first sometimes. Shit, I learned it from him.
“Come on, Nae.” I told her. “Let’s go get some food.”
“Oh my God, yes! I was dying.” She exclaimed and I laughed. She gave Wayne a mean stare.
“Females.” Was all I heard him say as we walked away.
Me and Reginae went to this Chinese spot she recommended called P. F. Changs. We sat in a secluded area in the back, near the kitchen. Most people would complain about the traffic of the workers, but to me it was the best spot. If you wanted absolute silence you’d rent shit out or stay yo ass at home. And since I used to be in this line of work I know firsthand that the closer you are to the kitchen, the more attention. I wish a waiter would act like they didn’t see me tryna flag ‘em down when you HAVE to pass me. I’ve been waiting for some nut bold enough to try to pull that shit. All I know is that they bet not come back by me and expect my foot to stay underneath the table.
After we ordered our food we began small talk. We touched on everything from boys, parents, fame and in between. What stuck out the most to me was when she asked me about Wayne.
“So who is my dad dating now?”
“Uh. I have no idea.” She gave me that ‘yeah right’ look.
“Okay. So who does he have around the most?” I looked at her blankly. No she didn’t rephrase her question as if I didn’t understand her the first time. She done grew some balls since the last time I’d seen her. Cute.
“What do you really want to ask me, Nae?” I challenged. She looked as though she was contemplating a math problem.
“Is he still messin’ with Lauren and having sex with Shanell?” I almost choked on my soda. This was not my place.
“Umm. I really have no idea, Nae.”
“Come on Nicki. Don’t lie to me. I’m old enough and I know you talk to both of them.” I could tell she was serious. Too bad.
“Ask your father.” That was all I could and thought I should say. Her face turned sour.
“I’ma take that as a yes.” She said. I just cleared my throat and finished my food. I guess you could say it was kind of a silent agreement.
We finished our food and I asked her if she wanted to go back to her dad after we finish our desert. She told me not yet, so I took her to the movie store and we bought three before going back to my place to watch them.
8
I was in the middle of the second movie and Reginae was lying next to me, knocked out. I couldn’t blame her, she had a long day and my bed was comfortable. I sat, thinking about how it must feel to be her, the daughter of ‘Lil Wayne’. I can remember when I first started associating with him. Niggas was tellin’ me to be careful before he flew me out to meet him. Saying ‘You know what he’s all about’. But honestly, I didn’t and neither did they. I always wondered how that first conversation went down between him and Fendi. What was actually said other than the non detailed shit Fendi told me. Did he put on his tough guy act and demand I’d be respected or else? Or did he pull a bitch move and started kissing Wayne’s ass cause of his status? Whatever happened really don’t matter now ‘cause I knew what I was about. I wasn’t takin’ no hoe deal, and when I let Wayne know that, to my surprise he totally agreed. Since day one he wasn’t on some slick shit and I respect that. I still kept my distance though, shit, his faults were on constant display. And just like any nigga, he had to prove his word was true.
I heard the front door open and close. I knew it was probably Wayne, but a liddle part of me still hoped it was S.B. I sighed when Wayne appeared at my door, which was slightly cracked open. We made eye contact and I nodded before he walked in.
“I gotta get her back to her momma.” He informed me.
“Wanye. It’s almost midnight. You can’t wait til the morning?” It’ll take almost an hour to get to the airport, then at least 3 to ATL.
“I got shit to do tomorrow.”
“I don’t. I’ll take her.”
“Naw, she know the deal. This ain’t the first time.”
“I don’t mind.” I told him. “Really.” He stood there trying to read if I was being honest.
“Suit ya self.” He told me, before heading to the door. “Night.”
“Night.”
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The next day I escorted Reginae to the airport after I took her out for breakfast. Since Wayne was already gone when we woke up, Nae called him to say bye before we left the condo. After I was sure she was on the PJ I called Toya to let her know. I told Nae she should, but you know teenagers. She thanked me and I went home. Toya was cool and plus I just really love her accent. She didn’t seem to be on Wayne’s dick like most females. She seemed to be one of the few that were actually trying to move on with their lives. Whenever the media asked her how she felt about me and Wayne “fucking” she never took it seriously. She knew we weren’t and told me even if we were, it ain’t have shit to do with her. That’s a bad bitch and I respect her for that. I really hope her marriage works out. Memphitz seems like an okay dude… from the one time I met him on The Deal.
Loved this chapter and dead @ them talking about his 'peter'
ReplyDeleteLOL IM DEAD!1 NOT HB READING WHOLE CONVOS AND SHIT -_- BUT I LIKE THIS CHAPTER. AND WHEN NAE GET SO GROWN TALKING BOUT ARE THEY STILL HAVING SEX HAHAHA ROFL.
ReplyDeleteOh my this was cute. I don't know how with all this focus on Wayne. lol. He seems like a cool dude though. Nic's interaction with him seems like a big bro, little sis type thing. Although I could say that about Drake and SB sometimes. Chocolate vanilla flavored black tea with honey? O_o Okay Gram. Awww Reginae. Ew Fendi. And I love Toya's accent too! The way Louisianian people say baby>>>>>> -@nickisalute
ReplyDelete"All I know is that they bet not come back by me and expect my foot to stay underneath the table."
ReplyDeletei absolutely love that line. lol i shall never get over it. it took me a minute to move on from that sentence. loooool
lmaooooooooooooooo thats funny love it and thx for the s/o muah! lmao omg ma story aint complete sex i jus appreciate bedroom scenes ;) and yeah toni lol and hit me up @illtakeuhigh ill follow back muuuuaaahh! lovveee it and sup wheres safaree? 0.o nae gre balls asking nic that.
ReplyDeleteIm not HERE for yall putting our WHOLE convo in this story!!!! lmao Got her thinking im a lunatic of some sort! But this was sooooooo cute!! Nicki and SB need to get it the FUCKtogether.NET
ReplyDeleteHa this was so fucking funny from that convo with martha to the convo about wayne shanell and lauren. I laughed the entire time, not nic tryna trip waiters nshit
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