“Why?”
“'Cause you answered, so I’m guessing he ain’t around.”
“Sir, it’s two in the morning, why wouldn't he be around?” Tyler said matter-of-factly.
“You ain’t about that life, shorty.” Logic lowly chortled. “You wouldn’t answer the phone with that nigga in your face.”
“I’m grown and I don’t answer to anyone.”
“You be talking so much shit.”
“Because I can back it up, duh.”
“Aight, since you so grown, I dare you to slap that nigga out of his sleep.”
“Oop,” Tyler snickered. “You’re childish.”
“If you scared, just say that.”
“For your information, I’m in the bathroom and he’s not sleeping.”
“Damn, you got this cheating shit down pat.” Logic shook his head. “I thought you were one of the good ones.”
“I’m not cheating, I only answered to tell you that this is not cool. And I didn’t personally give you my number, your creep ass stole it.”
“Blah, blah, blah. I’m not trying to hear that shit, I just wanna talk.”
“Then phone a friend.”
“You don’t wanna talk to me?” Logic interrogated, waking up the butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
“Not really, you’re trouble.” Tyler lied, not willing to admit that she liked the sound of his voice, and she was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game they created just as much as he did.
“I’m good trouble though.” He grinned.
“The lies you tell.” She rolled her eyes. “Why are you up?”
“Smoking.” He exhaled. “Thinking, writing. I had a long fucking day.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Tyler asked before her brain could process what her mouth was doing.
“Only if I can get a hug afterwards.”
“Never mind, keep it to yourself.”
“That’s bold as fuck.” Logic coughed, exhaling the smoke trapped in his lungs. “What if I really needed a hug?”
“Fine, I’ll give you a hug the next time I see you.”
“Yea right. Yo ass be trying to run from a nigga.”
“You right, you right,” Tyler giggled. “I’m lying, but you can tell me what’s on your mind.”
“It’s family shit.” Logic exhaled. “I’m not trying to talk about my life problems on the phone though. So you gotta come see me.”
“Are you crazy? I can’t just leave in the middle of the night to come pat your back.”
“Why not, I’m sad.”
