"Alright, bet!"
Crew yelled back to my aunt.
"Well, anyway, I guess I'll get back inside to my Kindle. You two finish what you were discussing, and please don't hold back on this one, aunty baby."
"You know I'm not. See you later, Aunt Tiny."
She walked back up the stairs and went into the house.
"So, what should I do, Hov? I know you said I should grow up, but how?"
"First, you should surround yourself with mutha fuckas who want to win just like I did. Get a job and show me you can keep it, and then we can talk about you working for me again one day, alright."
"Alright, man. I hear you."
He and I slapped hands before I walked back to the car, and Crew and I took off to Grandma's spot.
We rode in silence for a minute until some shit from earlier popped up in my head.
"Yo."
"What's up nigga?"
"What the fuck you had going on with Pernelle when y'all left earlier?"
"Who?"
"Pernelle, Ciara's homegirl. The one you left with from my house."
He smiled and chuckled quietly.
"Oh, nothing is going on."
"So, you didn't fuck her?'
"I didn't touch her, I swear." He placed his hand across his chest, but I still never know when to believe this nigga when it comes to these hoes.
"Well, I would prefer if you don't fuck with the girl. She may not be my bitch, but she means a lot to someone who I care about. I don't need your dog ass ways rubbing off on my shit."
"Look at you nigga, tender as a Jamaican oxtail while you have a pregnant girl at home. Sounds to me like you not the one who should be telling me what to do with my dick."
"Say what you want to say, but all I'm asking you is not to dog out her friend. Ciara cares a lot about her, and I'm protecting all things, Ciara. I'll be tender for that, you feel me?"
"Yeah, I feel you, bruh, I'm just ready to see what you have planned for you and Cashmier's future. You got her pregnant now, so she's not going away easily. Shit, especially since you told her all that sweet shit in the backseat the night she got kidnapped."
Crew reminded me of the way I put my foot in my mouth in that car. I knew I no longer cared about Cashmier separately from the baby, yet I lied to her instead of being real. That shit I can take fault for.
It was almost as if we had talked her ass up when my phone rang through the dash, and it was a call from Cashmier.
"Damn, that bitch is going to live forever." Crew commented before I answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, where are you at?"
"Heading to grandma's for a minute. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just wondering if you heard from my dad today? He still hasn't reached out to anybody and missed another important meeting this morning. I, plus everyone else, am really getting worried."
