“I thought the sex between you and brokie was good,” Shane said with tooted lips.
“Don’t call him brokie and it is. It’s really good, but I can’t ever reach my climax.”
“How long has it been?” Aria chewed her bottom lip.
“Bitch, too fucking long,” Tyler stressed. “I’m always horny. I’m about ready to pay a nigga to torture the nut out a bitch. Shit, even Shane is looking good right about now.” She blew him a kiss.
Tyler told no lies. Shane’s shoulder length hair was braided straight to the back and his tapered line-up was crispy. His eyebrows were flawlessly arched and his mink lashes were curled and full. Keeping it clean, Shane’s beard was thin, and his mustache matched. On any given day, he resembled Arrogant Tae, and while most would take that as a compliment, Shane didn’t play that shit; he was Shane…Big Muthafuckin Shane, if you will, and he had his own name and fame.
“Aht aht. I’m strictly dickly.” Shane scooted away from her. “And spill the tea. You got us out here at the crack of dawn, running up hills. You damn near killed Aria, but I’m sure a lil gossip will heal her punctured lungs.” He patted the top of Aria’s head.
“Yall are horrible.” Tyler playfully rolled her eyes. “But I guess I'll fill yall in.”
“I feel like I need some wine and cheese for this.” Aria kicked her feet in excitement.
Since Shane had been out of the loop, Tyler started from the beginning to catch him up. She went over what happenedafter they were released from county, outside the club, and the visit with her mom. They were both aware of Maple’s situation, and while they couldn’t relate, Shane and Aria stood by their friend's side through it all. They were acquainted with running from jetways right into hospital rooms. They dealt with sleepless nights while turning around to help Tyler prepare for a concert.
“I gotta go see Ms. Maple.” Shane smiled. “Slip my girl some candy, she’s a whole vibe.”
“Nigga, no. Every time you go up there, she starts trying to stand up and twerk.” Tyler shook her head. “She can’t even walk straight, and the minute she sees you, she’s leaning over her chair shaking her Depends.”
“Period!” Aria laughed. “Maple said my mind gone but this ass is still here.”
“Bitch,” Tyler snickered. “Her booty is still big though. Anyway, Carla changed the numbers on her forms again. Apparently, she hadn’t been eating, and they were trying to reach out to me, but Carla has been ignoring them.”
“I don’t like that lady.” Aria shook her head in disgust. “She reminds me of a hemorrhoid on the crease of my asshole.”
“Oh, I hate those.” Shane frowned. “And I hate how she be trying to handle my friend. I can’t wait for you to fire her ass.”
“Wellll, since you brought it up, I have been thinking about going independent,” Tyler said just above a whisper. “It’s kinda scary, but I can’t keep doing this. I need something new.”
“Aht aht, I’m going to need you to say that with a little more bass in your voice.” Shane frowned.
“I’M THINKING ABOUT GOING INDEPENDENT!”
“I know that’s right. Shout that shit from the bottom of your feet to the treetops,” Aria cheesed.
“Oh my godddddd!” Shane smothered her with hugs and kisses.
“So, yall think it’s a good idea?” Tyler questioned skeptically.
“Bitch, YES! I’ve been waiting for you to go independent. The world deserves to hear the real you, and you could benefit from a little image clean up.” Shane released her.
“What do you mean?” Tyler furrowed her eyebrows.
“First off, let me say yall hoes gotta chill. Ty, they’re going to make an example out of your ass if you keep putting your hands on Dex. I know he deserves to be slapped around, but chill. Go do kick boxing or yoga, anything besides going upside that man's head whenever he pisses you off,” Shane pleaded and turned his attention to Aria. “And you! When I'm not around, you’re supposed to make sure her hot-headed ass keeps cool, not be hot-headed right along with her.”
“Well, that’s just stupid. You gotta know if she jumps, I'm jumping right beside her,” Aria responded with a frown. “Tag teaming bitches and niggas. WWE style if you will.”
“And that’s the problem.” Shane bucked his eyes. “Maybe I need to enroll both of yall asses in anger management classes.”
“I don’t need that shit.” Tyler pursed her lips. “People,” she paused. “Dex just needs to stop playing with my mind and I’ll be ok.”
“Or you need to leave his ass!”
“Leaving Dex is the least of my problems.”
“No, leaving Dex is the answer to your prayers. He’s an enabler, right along with your aunt. They both like to see you drunk and high because not only do you act up, but you’re also vulnerable. You’re building a brand, and you can’t do that shit with bad press.”
