“Nigga, I’m not, but if you scared, I can drop you back off.”
“Nah, if it’s not stolen, we good. What’s the plan, who we pulling up on?”
“That man said he trying to get his dick wet,” Joey’s cousin Trent joked, twisting the ends of his blunt. “I feel you, me too.”
“Fuck outta here. His brother is a rapper, and he close with Ty fine ass, I know this nigga getting all kind of booty.”
“Lo being a rapper don’t have nothing to do with me,” Sage snorted, looking out the window.
Contrary to what they believed, Sage was starting to get annoyed with Logic’s newfound fame. Girls who normally didn’t give him the time of day were flirting with him, and niggas who tried to hoe him for always sitting on the stoop were inviting him to play basketball at the courts.
“Shittttt,” Joey dragged. “I wish that nigga was my brother, I’d be using his name to get in everywhere.”
“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“You smoking?” Trent asked, extending the lit blunt to the back seat.
“Nah, I’m cool,” Sage answered, staring at the burning tip. Joey had tried to get him to smoke on several occasions, but he was lowkey scared Logic would find out.
“You know Logic will kick this nigga ass if he gets caught smoking,” Joey taunted. “Lo run the house with a iron fist.”
“I’m not mad at him,” Trent chuckled. “We all need a lil dictatorship.”
“Dictatorship?” Sage frowned. “That nigga is my brother, not my daddy. Give it to me.”
“Period.” Trent passed the blunt.
Joey stared at him through the rearview mirror with a smirk on his lips. He watched Sage inhale the blunt and choke as his virgin lungs filled with the potent content.
“Man, gimme my shit back. You ain’t no smoker.” Trent tried to snatch the blunt, but Sage blocked his reach. Placing it back to his lips, he took a smaller hit, held it in until he felt lightheaded,and then released it. After repeating the process three more times, Sage sat back as a lazy grin covered his face.
“That’s what the fuck I'm talking about.” Joey grinned as Sage took a few more hits.
“Turn some music on, we about to get lit in this bitch!” Trent clapped.
Sage never understood the hype surrounding smoking weed, but the longer he sat there, the more he understood. His body felt lighter and his mind was clearer. He no longer cared about what was going on in his personal life. He didn’t care that Pepper called him annoying or that she was basically using him. All Sage wanted to do was party and let a big booty girl grind on him; nothing else mattered.
“You drinking?” Trent asked, passing him a brown bag.
“Yea, what are we drinking?” Sage accepted the bag.
“Oh shit, this nigga really trying to do it big. If Lo come around trying to fight for your ass, I'm saying it was your idea,” Joey teased.
“That nigga busy. He ain’t thinking about me,” Sage mumbled, placing the bottle of liquor to his mouth.
“You bring a few dollars? We might need to get another bottle,” Trent asked Joey, glancing at him out the side of his eye.
“Nah nigga, I'm tapped. I got the car, the gas, and the weed.”
“Here.” Sage pulled out five twenties. “What can we get with this?”
“Shittttt,” Trent dragged. “That’s more than enough. We about to get a fifth of Tito’s and pour it in those empty 1942 bottles.”
“Is that a good thing?” Sage was confused.
“It’s a great thing.” Joey grinned, handing him the blunt. “We about to pull all the bitches tonight. What time you gotta be home?”
“I’m out here.”
