"I don't know." Riley says into the phone, running his hand through my curls, separating any tangles. "I think I'm done with rapping. I think there's only so many niggas I can punch before they just stop calling me." He waits for a while, whoever he was talking to saying their part. "Nigga, I know. I mean, shit should speak for itself. I say don't talk about my wife, the nigga going to anyway." He listens, massaging my scalp now. I close my eyes, a small smile on my face. "Why OG wanna battle?" Silence. "Man, fuck that nigga. I don't care if it'll be a good going away. I think me fucking Beast up is good enough." I hear some more voices. "Damn, that much?" He sucks his teeth. "Hell yeah, that shit sounds good. I'll body him then. Yeah. Aight then." With a click, he places the phone down, both hands going into my hair.

"You gonna battle OG again then." I ask, grabbing his wrists and turning around. I lay on his chest, my ear pressed against it to hear his heartbeat. His arm goes around my waist.

"Yeah. Nigga said four hundred! That's hella much for a rap battle."

"It is."

"And if, unfortunately, I don't body him, I get three fifty. Shit is a win win either way."

"You will baby." I say as he rubs my bare back.

"Yeah. He not better than me."

"I swear nigga, I'm gettin a little paranoid." Kyrie says, looking at Riley. "I think I've been seeing the same nigga around for a week!"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Riley says, keeping his eyes on me as I do laundry. "Like, maybe he go to our school."

"Nah, I swear I've never seen this nigga around." Kyrie says, crossing his arms. "I'm telling you some shit is up."

"Aight. Just be idle until we know what's up."

"Aight then. I'm finna go chill with Jordan." Kyrie grabs a jacket from the clean and dry clothes. "See you."

"Alright. Bye Ky. Stay safe."

"Bye sis." and with that, the front door closes. I sit down next to Riley, placing my head on his shoulder.

"I didn't want him to get worried." Riley says, and I frown.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think I've been seeing the same nigga Kyrie is." He mutters. "But only when I'm alone. I told Kyrie to forget about it because I don't think it has anything to do with him."

"Riley, if it's about you, then it's about us too." I say, and he pats my head.

"I love you, girl." He says, and I roll my eyes. "But, the last thing I need is for you to get hurt. So, just forget about it. Like I said, it's probably nothing."

"You say that, but do you mean it?" I ask, lifting my head and looking at his face. We sit in silence, me looking at him and him looking at the wall.

"Yeah." He turns to look at me. "I mean it." he kisses me, hiding his eyes from me. I knew he was doing that to keep stop the possible argument. I guess I had to do nothing but trust Riley.

"Alright then." I say, pulling away. "Don't get my brother killed."

"No one's gonna die, Ray." He says, suddenly angry. He gets up. "Don't say or think shit like that."

"I was playing, Riley." I say, getting up also. He lets out a breath.

"So. Putting that shit out into the universe isn't good. What you should be putting out into the universe is what engagement ring you want me to get for you."

"Riley, we're still young."

"So. We can get engaged, and we'll wait a while to get married." He wraps his arms around me, calming down. "Imma be honest, I just want to see a ring I bought around your pretty little finger." He grabs my left hand and raises it up to his face. "Imma just buy you one for the hell of it, then get you an engagement ring later."

"Riley, no-"

"I'm doing it. There ain't shit you can say." He says and I roll my eyes. Stubborn people, I swear. "I do shit because I love you."

"Then just tell me that. You don't have to do extra."

"But I love you."

"I love you too, so-"

"If you love me too, you'll let me do extra."

"I love you enough that you don't have to do extra."

"But I want to."

"Riley, stop being like this." I groan.

"You forced sex upon me, I'm forcing this ring upon you."

"I did not force you to have sex with me!"

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"You did!"

"I did not!"

"You did!"

"Riley! We sound so childish right now!"

"Oh, so we're too young to get engaged but too old to argue?"

"Riley, please-"

"It was just an observation." He says, raising his hands up. "I just wanted to know."

"Stop being like this." I cross my arms. He was so immature sometimes. What did I do to have the Lord bless me with this nigga?

"Sorry baby." He says, and I sigh.

"I need to finish this housework." I mutter, looking at the basket of clean clothes. "Wanna help?"

"Or, we can try out that kitchen." Riley says, pulling me to him. His hands slide up my shirt and I close my eyes.

"I thought I forced sex upon you."

"That doesn't mean I didn't like it."

"You are too much." I say, tilting my head a bit so he could have better access of my neck. "I swear, I dislike you sometimes."

"I love you too."

"Is he still there?" Kyrie asks, looking behind him. "The nigga's gone!" He exclaims, turning around fully and throwing his hands up. "I swear, you may think I'm going crazy, but I swear, some nigga is following us!"

"I'm sure we're fine." Riley says, holding my hand. "We're in the middle of a mall."

"And this mall is popular." I say, looking around at the amount of people. My eyes fall on this one girl who was checking Riley out and I roll my eyes. "The girls are just as thirsty." I mutter and Riley chuckles.

"You jealous, bae?"

"Not of these hoes." I say, looking around. He places his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Love you too."

"Mmm." I hum, still giving a furious side eye to whoever dared stare at my boyfriend. It's like they don't see little ole me on him. Who do they think I am? His sister? Well, reality check, hoes, I'm his girl.

"I wonder if they got a jeweler here or some shit." Riley says, looking around.

"Why?" Kyrie asks and I roll my eyes.

"I'm getting Ray a ring."

"Damn, this soon?"

"Not an engagement ring." I say, wrapping my arm around his torso. "Stubborn ass over here wants me to show off."

"You're the jealous one. This just help shows that I'm yours." He says and I sigh.

"I am not jealous! I just don't like the looks you're getting."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're getting a ring still." He looks at the stores. "Ooh, Victoria's Secret. You need something over there bae?"

"No, Riley. Well, maybe some spray."

"Yess." He says, causing me to slap his chest.

"Kyrie, go get your shoes." I say, looking at him. He nods, quickly walking off. "I bet he's glad to leave."

"Yeah, he don't wanna be around your lame ass no more." Riley says, a playful smirk on his face. I slap his chest again.

I fiddle with the ring, a small smile on my face. It was beautiful. It was a simple band, but it seemed as if it was woven where the diamonds were. He wouldn't tell me how much it cost, but I knew something this beautiful cost a fortune. I would make it up to him.

He also made me get lingerie, so I guess modeling it for him could be his present. But I still had to do more than that. "Don't break it." Kyrie says, and I look up at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know that ring was expensive as fuck. Don't break that shit playing with it like that."

"Kyrie, it isn't gonna break."

"Expensive shit always break so you can get another one."

"How expensive is this?"

"Riley told me to keep it on the DL, soooo, I don't know."

"You just… Kyrie." I mutter, shaking my head. "You so stupid sometimes." I stand up.

"Cuz you ain't feedin me! I'm hungry sis, cook something." I give him a glare. "Please, can you cook me some food?"

"That's better. What do you want?"

"Anything." I nod, slipping the ring off and walking to my room. I place it on the dresser, a small smile on my face.

I swear, I loved that man.