Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy sorta have been doing alot things kinda are a roller coaster. Anyway let's just get to the story. BTW trigger warning the n word is used in this chapter, and so you know what the deal is I'm a white black and Cuban kid. Alot of gang related terms an names will be used and all are real gangs. Don't use these words unless you are actually from this life and know what your talking about. Some people out here will shoot you for using some of said terms and are very sensitive to real street made men.

With Trystin and Clyde.

"Dude where is this guy?" Clyde asked inpatointly.

"Be fucking patient, we need this zip and I don't mind waiting a little, plus he said six thirty and it's only six twenty two." Trystin said calmly. "Can't belive you got me and Luna to dip out with you, you know she was the last person I wanted to be in a fucking car with."

"Were we really gonna skate all the way to the edge of royal woods for a zip, the answer is no, no we were not." Clyde put his hand in one pocket and lit a cig, Trystin seeing this lit one as well.

"That also means we left a buzzed Lucy and a drunk Lincoln alone af our tree fort, all I know is we better not go back and imedietly screwing on the damn couch I paid for." Trystin took a long drag flicking the ash off into the light breeze.

The two of them stood still in the empty lot where they met the same guy at the same time every single time. The sun was just sitting there low in the sky creating a beautiful orange tint to the sky, Luna was parked a little up the street and they stood their, a light breeze blowing and the grass around having a light sway. It was truly a sight to appreciate. The time ticked slowly, and out of nowhere on the usual six thirty on the dot, a bright blazing red 2012 camero came into view.

"Finally feels like we've been waiting forever." Clyde complained putting out his cigarette on the ground. "Hopefully Hiaku likes this batch, from the pic he sent it looked almost black."

"You are such a bitch for her dude. You really need to grow a set and fucking quite going off what she likes all the time and not what you want." Trystin said anyoed. The car was about to park right next to them at this point. "We'll talk about this later."

The car came to a full stop as the drivers door opened up and a tall white man in black jeans and a red vans jacket with glasses stepped out the car.

"Trystin, how has my little wodie been, you still avoiding the big b where you belong?" He lifted his slaves revealing gang tats, this man was a big blood, his name was Raymond, so one from back in vegas where Trystin had started.

"Ray you know that's noy who I am anymore, I'm a musician now."

"But you used to be the hardest on the block nigga, only next to me. What happened to big maverick smoke, the big blood that popped niggas and didn't play no mother fucking games?"

"Look, rap and trapping didn't take me anywhere, I'm done with gun toting and gang banging, I make a good rock artist and make good music not shit about drugs and scum shit anymore.I'm not about your bullshit. Can I just get my zip and can we all get on." Trystin pulled out the cash and stuck it out, Ray grabbed the money and pulled out a decent sized bag filled with black and green buds.

"Look maverick, lil sour just got a record deal and the gang misses you, so does Alyssa, so do I wodie, just think about boming home, I got a small store in the mall and everything is red black and white, I also got you a nice piece if you do come back."

"Don't call me that ever again...tell sour he's doing good and make sure D isn't ditching his high school classes. Alyssa can go fuck herself and like I said that's not me. Now next time you ask for me to come back expect me to stop buying from you and to start growing my own shut again, bye Raymond."

"Fine man, bye." Ray stepped back in the car and flipped it speeding off as Clyde and Trystin started walking off.

"He really keeps pushing doesn't he?"

"Yeah..."

"Why did you two join a gang anyway?"

"Didn't have a choice, wanted to eat and make money and being from vegas there wasn't much if an optoin."

"Oh.."

They continued the rest if the walk in silence.

Luna saw the two walking up the car starting it quickly unlocking the dorms and wiping her face, it being bright red and looking as if the makeup she had was streaking down do to her crying. In all honestly she had been, and Trystin looked mad. Clyde looked sad and the two slowly walked up.

Five minutes ago with Luna.

Luna sat crying staring at the dash, she was upset with the events of earlier back in the tree house. She thought Trystin would belive her. She really lived him with all her heart and only wanted him to be happy. She wanted to be more than a person to fuck every once in a while. More than a body. More than friends. More than band mates.

"WHY CAN'T I FUCKING BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM?!" She screamed in her head and punched the dash denting it. She inhaled and shook her hand feeling around the underparts of her seat, patting carefully she found what she was looking for, a large bottle of bright green long pill. It was Xanax, and alot of it at that.

She had kept it stashed incase she ever decided to start up again but she wasn't sure if it was the best idea. Deciding to just blow off the consequences she opened the bottle and took one out popping it real quick and tossing the bottle back under her chair, starting to wipe her face she saw the two walking up leading us back to where we left off.

After the two got in she was suprised to see who sat where, Clyde was in the back seat rolling up on a random note book, while Trystin sat in the front next to her looking in the mirror for some reason his eyes focused on her reflection.

"Sooo, how did it go dudes?" Luna said as she started to pull off driving down the street.

"Don't wanna talk about it." Trystin said.

"We'll now I can't say anything about it, it was kinda shit what happened though" Clyde piped up.

Luna nervously gulped. "Oh...ok then.."

Trystin let out a deep breathe and shot a look at Clyde, he quickly nodded and put on his headphones and kept rolling. Trystin then turned and looked out the window.

"Luna, I'm sorry about ear-"

"It's fine Trystin." Luna said quickly cutting him off.

"Look it's either you let me talk or you don't hear what I got to say, I'm not in the mood for anyone else's bullshit today and I will fucking get out this car and walk my happy ass home." Trystin said using force in his words.

"Sorry..."

"Now, I'm sorry for what happened. But you're someone I've just been casually fucking for quiet a while. For you to tell me you want a real relationship especially with what happened with me and Nikki. It grabbed me completely off guard."

"I can get that bro, but the way you went after the rocker chick was brutal dudes, I mean I honestly wrote that song about you, and I really do feel for you."

"And I know this already. And this cock did point put to me that it wouldn't be fair to you if I didn't even give you a chance."

"What do you mean Trystin?" She said looking over at him then turning her attention back to the rode.

"If you still want a chance with me, I'll give you one. But you fuck it up we are done forever and indefinitely. And I really don't want this to affect our career. We don't tell the fans and we keep this vet ween the four of us, don't need Lori calling me a man whore any more than she already does."

Luna looked over at him a giant mile on her face. "I'll take that one chance under one condition."

"And what's that?"

"You come sleep in my room tonight you handsome wanker!"

Trystin sighed in relief and laughed a little as they drove back to the tree fort.

END CHAPTER

AU/This is gonna be a thing, it has been a thing. If you don't like this then I don't know what to say then. But that should start taking us into some issues.