A/N: okay so second chapter. I was trying to stretch out the talking scene so that you wouldn't get a lot of the dinner, but then I decided to do something else, so you'll see what I'm talking about (at least I hope you'll see what I'm talking about) so yah just uhh… look out for it, I guess? I don't know. I tried to make it kinda sorta obvious, in I guess what would be considered an abrupt manner or fashion.
P.S. by this, I mean the dinner's gonna be in the next chapter, but you get to see more of Riley's thoughts (which I suppose is a plus since this story is pretty much all in Riley's POV) at the end of this chapter, and the next chapter is gonna be hella long, but this one is gonna be kinda short (compared to the last one) because I didn't want to incorporate the dinner because I don't want a hella hella long chapter as of right now.
P.S.s. These chapters are meant to be shorter than the chapters for some of my other stories, such as Don't Look for What You're Not Willing to Give.
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Riley's POV:
Oh, God… please don't make her whoop my ass. White girl knows too much about black discipline… can't have all these bruises when I go clubbing...
Cindy finally answers.
"Hey, Reezy!" she says cheerfully through the phone.
"So, you not mad?"
"NIGGA, IS YOU FORREAL? AM I MAD? BOYYYY!" I gulp once again, preparing myself for the screaming rant he's about to get from his best friend.
"Damn, okay 'Cin! I was asleep! HOW YOU GON' GET MAD AT A NIGGA FOR SLEEPING?!"
"CUZ I CAN!"
"You think Ima just wake up when I hear it's you calling? You really on that dope."
"WELL YOU SHOULD."
"Girl, explain to me how that work. Tell me: would it be a noise, like you screaming, so that my eardrum can be entirely busted, or would it be some type of vibration device, that just shakes and wakes, or what? Let a brotha know before you start schemin'!"
"Riley, if you don't shut the fu—"
"Sorry to interrupt, but why the hell were you calling in the first place?"
"Uhh..."
"Girl!"
"Cuz I can!"
"You straight up unbelievable!"
"So are you! I texted you like 100 times, and called you at least 50! Did you at least check what the texts say?"
"..."
"Exactly! Silence! And you wanna talk about me..."
"Aiight, Aiight. We was both wrong. Just tell me what the texts say, and I'll stop dogging you for the rest of the day."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
"So Ima see you tonight, is a safe guess of what you were gonna tell me?"
"Damn. You know me too well."
"Hah, so I still get to dog on you!"
"..."
"A little bit, a very small amount."
"Sounds better."
"So, you coming to Huey and Jazmine's dinner then?"
"Riley, where else would I see you?"
"Butt ass naked in my bed," I joke.
"Ewwww, ewww shut uppppp! Nigga, you gay."
"Haha, you know everybody want a piece of Young Reezayyyyy!"
"Whatever you say, Riley."
"Is that just like your new catchphrase when dealing with me or something? Cuz that's your comeback to everything when you know I'm right."
"Whatever you say, Riley."
"And here you go again..."
"Shut the fuck up. Let me have my dumb comeback that doesn't make sense."
"…do you hear yourself right now?" I ask in disbelief.
"Shut the fuck up, Riley. I'm done with you… Ima see you in a few hours anyway."
"See you then, boo," I tease her yet again.
"RILEY!" she yells, and I hang up.
I think I crack myself up more than anyone else can. Cindy's damn sure close, but I think I stand on top. To be honest, and no homo over this whole observation, or whatever the hell you wanna call this gay shit, I think it's actually great if you're able to make yourself laugh to such a supreme level. Like, when you're able to make yourself laugh that much, that's just raw vibes right there. Straight up. And that's what niggas get from me. Raw vibes.
Which reminds me… I needa get my raw vibes ass in the shower and I gotta figure out what the hell I'm gonna wear to Huey's and Jazmine's… I mean, they fam, I'm fam, but sometimes Jazmine wants to be real special with her little mixed, mulatto, Mariah Carey ass and invite some random bitches over and then expect me to look all nice. Like their apartment or condo or whatever the hell she's calling it now is not that special to have the mutha fuckin' Young Reezy dress up all special for some random bitches or some shit like that.
But apparently the apartment or condo or whatever the hell Jazmine's ass is calling it now is big enough for Huey to whoop a nigga the fuck up.
And frankly, a nigga isn't gonna want a repeat of that.
Ima just hop in the shower, and maybe I'll actually think of a better job for myself, versus just what I'm about to wear to Huey and Jazmine's… place.
See what I mean? I can entertain myself for days, and I got good ideas coming out a nigga's brain every two seconds.
\-_-/
"Rolling down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice. Laidddddd back; with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind," I sing along to the song. Damn, I wish I could actually remember the highlights of Snoop's career, when he was at the top of the game; the Godfather of Rap; the peak of his career. Now all he do is collab with random niggas and post videos of him smoking yet another blunt or talking about gangsta shit on Instagram. I mean, don't get me wrong, I ain't against his little hustle thing, of sorts, going on, or gangs and guns and gangsta shit and smoking, I just think it's time for the nigga to retire or whatever the hell you wanna call him getting tryna get more attention. Still, it's against my previous beliefs to hate someone's hustle, so looks like I gotta just keep these thoughts to myself.
C-Murph still thinks he's the best, and Puff Daddy too, but them niggas straight up collaborating when not too long ago they were just having their whole East Coast/West Coast beef... I'm just saying, not even Cin' can tell me she don't see the desperateness in them.
Anyways, enough of them old niggas. I'm about to get Jazmine's food!
Damn, she might be a little Mariah Carey, but she can cook! As Ruckus always said, "that's how you know the nigga part of her is running through her veins". Ruckus died about five months ago - we thought the old, self-hating man would never die. But he was called, to White Heaven, as he calls it. We all know Jesus is Black though, I don't get the point in fronting... but let me stop throwing shade.
Right now, all I needed to do was figure out how to get my life together, with the assistance of my music - oh, here's another old school hit - and keep my eyes on the road... at least enough to see what's happening, cuz a nigga can't spend all his car rides doing one thing.
"All I need in this life of sin... is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... just me and my girlfriend."
A/N: some, what I hope was, blunt foreshadowing. At the very end, I mean. Spoiler alert lol. So yah I explained it all in the A/N in the beginning of the chapter. So yah I guess uhh just stay tuned and review.