Interlude 2: Juicy

Hey y'all. If you were on twitter earlier, you saw some of what went down & if you didn't, know I'm still here. Just tired of the one sided shit. But not to lend anymore energy to it... The A$$ video was dope. & I'd like to make another public apology. But go read cuz you know this ain't for you.                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                              Cooncerely,                                                                                                                                                        [rolls eyes]

Sorry for flipping out on you the other day. I do appreciate what you've done for us. Especially cuz you don't have to. I know it ain't easy & you know I've tried. lol. I just get caught up sometimes. Ok. A lot. But I mean no harm. Anyways, I hope you forgive me & still read. Even if we don't collaborate no more. You got gifts. Use them. & Good looking out on the prayer. I know you said you would out of anger, but I bet yo punk ass really did. O_o *giggles* What is that creepy shit anyways? Look like a face you'd make after getting jooked in the butt. Oop. Go read. *goes to hide* 

                                                                                                                              -Management

Entering my key I unlocked the front door and quietly opened it. I stepped in and closed it slowly. Me and the Vaks had been out celebratin’ the end of Rex’s probation for the 5^th night in a row. His old P.O. would’ve made her early exit to hell if she’d caught a glimpse of what the BC gang got into this week. Ordinary niggas only party once, but we hit the club for every year he had to put up with that bitch. She was evil.

I tried to step out my shoes and stumbled a little. I probably had too much to drink, but shit, at least it kept my mind somewhere else. No substance could ever take away my problems doe, and I knew that. Once you come down, whatever it is will still be there. And it might be worst. Don’t judge me doe. I didn’t leave sloppy like them hoes my niggas brought back with us. Niggas always gotta mess up the fun for some pussy. I know that’s they spot and all, but loose girls just irk me. Guess it’s cuz I’m used to bein’ around females who got some type of class about ‘em. And them girls must’ve dropped in 8^th grade. They gone say I was over reactin’ and they was tired of me cock blockin’, cuz I got mad after one of ‘em threw up on my shoes. Hell yeah I over reacted. Them shit’s cost more then her and her girls’ outfits.. combined. But them niggas wasn’t hearin’ me. Real talk, only Chris John was on my side. It didn’t matter doe, cuz they outnumbered us as soon as the hoe that was hang off my chains in the club latched on to Harry.

“Weak niggas.” I huffed, shaking my head.

 So that’s why I’m here. CJ dropped me off before he went over Lauren’s. I guess he’s really tryna make it work with her. And the rest of them niggas back at CJ's tryna catch some shit. I’ll pass.

         

As I was pickin’ up my shoes, I noticed it was hot as hell in here. And not only dat, but a disturbin’ sound caught my attention too. It wasn’t the howlin’ of Nicki’s music blastin’ from the back doe. It was Wayne stretched out on the coach snorin’ like a mug. One of Nicki’s bottles of vodka was sittin’ empty on the coffee table and he still had his shoes on.

“I’on know how that nigga do it.” I mumbled to myself. If that was me, she’d have a heart attack. Then after she was done she’d do me like they did O.J. and start bringin’ up the past. I’m not sayin’ that nigga’s innocent, but damn. 33 years for stealin’ yo own shit back? And he already had to pay a 33 mil. judgment for his wife and ol’ dudes wrongful death. Just a coincidence my black ass.

 I walked further into the main room and saw she left the kitchen light on.

“Wat Tip guy?” I said out loud as I went in the kitchen to grab some water. There was two dirty glasses in the sink. I shook my head knowin’ Nic probably went to bed wasted cuz she ain’t got no type of tolerance. When I was done, I threw the bottle away and headed to my room. But not before turnin’ the heat down and flickin’ the light switch that was right next to it. I guess she was too gone to tell the difference.

Passing her room I saw that her door was cracked open. I peeked in to see if she was woke, but she was sound asleep. She was so flawless. Even when she was unaware of it. It’s like her beauty can’t be turned off and that shit ain’t right. I thought about the times when I used to be in denial and chuckled. Back home niggas would always sweat me for her number. They’d all say I was either a fag or fuckin’ stupid if I didn’t make a move on her. But at first, I didn’t look at her that way. From the first day we met, I knew we’d be coons for life. And at the time I was just gettin’ to know her. I’m not gone lie, I knew she was bad from jump. But back then I thought the only way I could make sure to keep her, was to ignore all dat immature lust, and show her that I wasn’t like dem otha niggas. And most importantly, that nigga. Shit was workin’ too, until I let her fuck it up. Swear that was one of the worst times of my life. I get mad just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Especially since it’s lookin’ like we headed back there. Fuck. Them drinks from the club had me all emotional and shit. I had to go. I looked at her one more time. She frowned and I grinned at her crazy timing. It felt like she knew I was about to leave and wanted me to stay. Or she could read my mind and was mocking me. I shook my head and wondered what she was dreamin’.  Just when I was about to leave she shifted so she was facing away from me. My eyes bucked. Where the fuck her panties at?

“Why, Jah? Why me?!” I whispered, while lookin’ up to the heavens in disbelieve. Swear a nigga ain’t been gettin' no type of mercy lately. I bit my lip, slowly backin' up and put the door back the way she left it. Then slugged to my room to get out them hot ass clothes cuz the heat was takin’ forever to cool down.

I pissed, washed my hands, and tried to brush the smell of alcohol off my breath. When I got done I threw on some track pants, pulled back the covers and flopped down on my bed. I thought about throwin’ on a tee, but the coolness of my sheets felt so good. I was tired, but I wasn’t sleepy. And even if I was, my mind didn’t care, cuz it was all over the place. All I could do was stare at the ceiling and think.

“How the hell we gone fix this shit this time?” I thought out loud.

I don’t know why cuz I barely know how we did it the first time. All honesty, it just happened. And I thank God for it every day. But see, this time’s different. I can’t just settle for best friend no mo. I gotta have her all, and to myself… mine. While I’m layin’ here, alone and stressin’, she in there knocked out, restin’ and goin’ commando.

“Really. Where the fuck are her panties doe?” I asked myself. Don’t make no kind of sense. In there lookin’ so ready and I can’t even cop a feel. I mean… she’s practically inviting me. Door all open. Ass all out. Door all open. “I left that shit open!”

Hopping out the bed, I sprinted down the hall. How could I be so fuckin’ dumb? That nigga Wayne still here, Martin gotta fuckin’ key, and she layin’ in there half naked with the door open. Good job guy. I thought to myself as I grabbed for her door knob. I hesitantly peaked in to make sure a nigga ain’t get lost goin’ to the bathroom and would have to end up missin’. I exhaled in relief as I notice everything looked the same way I left it. Even Nicki. She hadn’t moved or gotten back under the covers. And I can’t say I was mad. I stepped in quietly closing the door behind me and locked it. I could’ve just locked and closed it, then went back to my room, but I didn’t want to. I missed her.

I slowly approached the side where she laid and just stood there for ‘bout… probably too long. I wanted to touch her so badly. Just feel the warmth of her soft smooth skin on mine. Smell her scent. Taste her flavor. Maybe just, pull my dick out and let it rest on her plump ass. Wow. I’m sick. Nah… I’m man. And she’s woman. THE woman. And I got needs, Dammit. You can’t just fulfill those needs and stop. It’s against the law. Well, it should be. I sighed. She got me open. Up here soundin’ like a fuckin’ perv.

I gently pulled the cover from underneath her and she shifted again. I wanted to howl when I noticed she had on a hot ass hoodie. Shit was on backwards too. Man the ignorance in me wanted to grab the hood and pull it up over her face. That shit would’ve been hilarious, until she’d wake up, mad, tryna kill me. As I pulled the covers up to her chest, I could tell she wasn’t wearin’ a bra. I pouted,  went around to the other side, then slowly climbed in.

I just sat there, starring off into space as she slept. I wouldn’t look her way in fear of pouncin’. Swear I was thinkin’ bout sittin’ on my hands. I leaned my head back to the wall. I could have her if I really wanted to. But right now that’s all it was. Want. And if I woke her up right now. Convinced her that I would give up and we could go back, before Chuck E. Cheese, and act like nothin’ ever happened. She’d jump me out of victory. And after I’d get done pleasing her, just one last time, she’d say, ‘Okay, now we can start.’ Well fuck that. The only time she’ll win is if she joins my team. Ain’t no more last times. It’s forever or never. I told myself. I glared at her. And guess what the fuck she did?! GUESS? She let out a muthafuckin moan! Talkin’ ‘bout cruel and unusual punishment. I couldn’t take no mo self torture. So I got up and went to my room. Out here teasin' niggas in her sleep. Errrrr!

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