“That’s what the fuck I'm talking about!” Trent clapped his hands and cut up the music.
Sage slouched in his seat and stared at his sister’s name dancing across his screen. Instead of answering her, he shot her a text and powered his phone off.
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Tyler rode in the passenger seat of Logic’s truck as he whipped through the city. Xscape played in the background, cooing about being someone’s little secret. Tyler wasn’t surprised by his song choice because he was really an R&B lover and she loved that. His thuggish ass was driving through the city singing to her and Tyler was all in. One of his hands controlled the steering wheel while the other one rested on top of hers. Every so often, he brought her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on her palm. The gesture was simple, and Logic had unknowingly unlocked a love language Tyler didn’t know she had.
Tyler didn’t ask where they were going because she didn’t care. Logic was good company, and she’d ride around the city with him all night if he asked. They talked about her court case, his sisters’ homecoming dance, and his album. Thus far, Tyler had only heard the songs on the radio, but now that she was off the tether, Logic planned to take her to the studio with him.
“So what’s next?” he asked, glancing over at her. “You gone get back in the studio? I know your fans miss you.”
“Um, I don’t know,” Tyler sighed, allowing her head to fall back on the headrest. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Shit, go back to the basics.”
“What do you mean?”
“You still wanna sing?”
“Sometimes.”
“Then go back to where it first started.”
“YouTube?” Tyler quizzed.
“Yea.” Logic nodded. “That was your safe space, right?”
“Yea.”
“Then revisit it. Listen to those same songs that had you dreaming of being on the main stage. Fall in love with the words that had you wanting to write your own music. Watch the videos that gave you chill bumps. You gotta reignite your passion, baby girl, don’t let it die.”
“I hear you.” Tyler smiled.
“No pressure though baby, move at your own pace.” Logic winked, pulling into the crowded gas station. Shifting the truck into park, he turned to face her.
“You want something out of here?”
“I’ll take a water.”
“What kind?”
“It don’t matter...wait, no Aquafina…or Smart Water or...just get me a Fiji.”
“All that shit tastes the same.”
“No, it doesn’t but being that you were smashing faces with mold mouth, your taste buds might be a little off,” Tyler teased.
“Yea aight,” Logic chuckled, stepping out of the car.
“I’m playing.”
“Nah, keep talking shit. It’s only going to make me fuck all that sassy shit up out your ass,” he grinned, closing the door.
Giggling to herself, Tyler slouched down in her seat, placing her foot on the dashboard. The motion caused her lip gloss to slip from her pocket and fall between the seats. Reaching down, Tyler tried to grab the lip gloss but froze when her fingers brushed across a pill bottle. Her stomach dropped and suddenly the intense feelings she experienced earlier that day returned.
A lump formed in Tyler’s throat as she slowly pulled the bottle from between the seats.
Georgia Smith. Oxycodone 30 mg. Take every eight hours.
