I stood close to the wall, trying to pick up on a few words.
They say it’s mind over matter,
but what we living for, what really matters?
Some niggas with silver spoons on a sliver platter,
And other niggas is doomed just for disaster.
“Which one you staring at?”
I stepped back and took in the entire wall again, “All of them.”
“Here,” he said tossing me a face mask, “This shit is strong,” referring to the intoxicating smell of the spray paint.
I put the mask over my nose as he began outlining the word F.A.M.E.
“So I’m guessing you want fame?”
He licked his lip and thought for a moment, “You could say that.”
Mijo
This crowd was live as fuck tonight and I’ve already made about $80 in tips alone. Just as I was about to switch up the song, a short Spanish girl with this short ass dress came up to me, drink in her hand.
“Hey Mr. DJ, wanna danceee?” she laughed, slamming her drink down on my equipment.
Instinctively, I picked up the cup to keep from spilling on my stuff, “Nah, I’m good.”
I put my headphones back on and clicked random buttons to make it look like I was to busy to be bothered. Still, bitch ain’t take no for an answer and came around the side to stand next to me, rubbing on my shoulders, “Come on, papi, I’ll make you feel real good.”
Pushing her gently off of me, “I have a girl, so no thanks.”
She kissed her teeth and walked off back into the crowd. I just smiled to myself and shook my head disapointely, “Bitches these days.”
Suddenly I felt a thick pair of lips suck on my earlobe from behind and I whipped around to see P.
“Oh shit, you scared me,” I said, feeling the Spanish bitch staring at me. I rested my hands on P’s waist and gave her a deep, longing kiss that made the girl turn away annoyed.
“For a minute, so did you, I saw that hoe all up on you.”
“You know I ain’t do nothing, right?”
She nodded her head and handed me a glass of water, “You looked thirsty,” she changed the subject.
I took the cup and took a huge gulp, “Thanks, who you here with?”
“Just by myself, to give you this,” she handed me my wallet and I slipped it in my back pocket, “When do you get off?”
I checked my watch to see it was 9:54 p.m., “Not for another 3 hours. Oh by the way, congratulations, beautiful,” he scooped me up in a huge hug which I glady returned.
“Thanks, I got to get up early tomorrow though, I’m trying to arrange some sort of way to advertise my line and I’m going to need to get Lia and Alyssa in the morning. I think I’m gonna head home.”
“Night baby,” he pecked my forehead and I walked out of the club, letting him get back to work.
“Later P!” the bouncer called out to me.
“See ya Ron!”
I unlocked the car from my black Toyota and began heading home, thanking God for the blessed day I’ve had, anticipating tomorrow.
Gui
Our waiter in the black suit and tie just served Elizabeth and I a slice of crème brulee, her favorite. As she took her first bite, I mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen. I held her free hand that was lingering over the white silk table cloth of the table.
“Baby, something has been on my mind for a while, and I figured I should tell you by now.”
She held my other hand and stared at me, blushing, “Uh, okay.”
I slipped one of my hands from her grip and took out a crisp, white box.
Before I could regret anything, I got down on my left knee and opened the box to her.
Immditely her hands shot to her mouth and tears began forming in her eyes.
“Elizabeth, you know I’m not good at these sort of things.”
She sort of laughed, still in hysterics.
“Baby will you marry me?”
She immiedtely shot up from her seat and screamed “Yes!”
Squealing, not bothering to try and hide her tears, she tackled me from the ground. Suddenly, everyone in the restaurant began to cheer and clapped wildly.
I stood up and extended my hand for her from off the floor. Once she got up and adjusted her dress, she wrapped her arms around my neck and just stared in my eyes, tears running down her face.
“I love you.”
I kissed her lips deeply, ignoring the crowds of people going wild, “There isn’t anyone I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, Liz.”
Chris
“Nigga, is that all you got?” Lia laughed from her corner of the room. Holding up her Coke bottle to her mouth, she took a long gulp, finishing half of the bottle. She stuck up her pointer finger at me, singalling to give her a moment. In a few seconds, she opened her mouth and let out a burp so loud, you’d swear it was Bigfoot.
I waved my hand in front of my nose, “Shit, you nasty.”
She just sat up proudly, sticking her tongue out at me, “You just mad I won!”
Suddenly, the commercials on the flat screen t.v. finished up and the basketball game was back on, Bulls vs. Lakers.
“My nigga Kobe about to whoop your ass though,” Chris announced, stuffing his face with a slice of pizza from the opposite side of the couch.
I just laughed in his face, adjusting my pajama shorts drawstring, “Rose is going in man, fuck yo team!”
Just as I finished, Kobe jumps up and slam dunks, leaving the Lakers ahead by two points. I slumped back into the couch, grabbing my soda, “He still fine as fuck though.”
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(Source: canthidemyfeelings, via iloveyouchristopher)
