I listened to what she was sayin’, while I grabbed my watch and slid it on, hearing a horn blow outside.
“Them niggas here,” I said, not really wanting to go.
Islah grabbed my phone and kissed me.
“Go have fun while I do wedding things, and you can do me when you get home.”
We laughed together as she walked me down the steps and to the front door. After she opened it, I pulled her into my arms for a hug.
“I will be home right after we’re done with this shit.”
Islah laughed while holding me. “I love you, babe. Have fun, please.”
I walked out to my niggas blowing the car down. Keith handed me a blunt before he even spoke to me. I hopped in, closed the door behind me, and the drive pulled straight off like they already told him the move for the night.
“This nigga done turned into a house nigga!” Keith yelled out, making me choke on my smoke.
“Man, cut it out,” I responded.
“You look like you wanted to stay with your girl.”
I shrugged. “I did, she bout to get comfortable, take a shower and shit without me. That’s my favorite part of the day.”
Them niggas laughed at me.
“Listen, before you leave the house for good, can we turn up one last time? We understand you putting a ring on it, turn up with ya guys one last time before you’re in the house for good,” Sammy said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That’s all we askin’.”
Them nigga looked at me like I was finna tell the driver to turn the truck around.
“Pass me the fuckin bottle, let’s do this shit.”
Keith started clapping while smoke and bottles got passed around while we headed out the east side. The truck pulled up on the block, and that shit was live.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked looked out the tinted window. “Oh, we going up for the boss nigga, fuck you talkin bout.”
The truck pulled in front of Sammy’s shop, and we hopped out. The music was blasting from a DJ across the street.
As we hopped out, niggas started yellin my name, starting to crowd us trying to congratulate me. We walked inside the barbershop, and that shit was live. Nigga was getting cuts, talkin shit, and making money, but he turned the back into a corner into a lil’ bar.
Ricky passed me another cup, and I turned around dapping up a few niggas that were around while Keith was still talking about how I switched up.
“I didn’t switch up nigga, I got more shit going on now than I did before,” I had to remind him.
Sammy changed the subject, talking about how this was my night, but I wasn’t feeding into that shit. We walked outside and moved around the block, smoking and talking to a few people here and there. I was there, but I really wasn’t locked in like I would be any other time.
My mind was on Islah, Amir, the wedding. All this shit I was around was shit that I was used to.
“Shit, maybe I have changed,” I mumbled to myself, catching Sammy’s ear.
“You not feelin’ this? he asked me.
I took a sip from my cup. “A bunch of niggas trying to run up and dap me up, nah, I’m not.”
Sammy nodded. “Shit, we can take it to the club then.”
I nodded, and them niggas followed me to the truck. I said bye to a few people, then hopped in the truck. Sammy gave the driver the okay to pull off. While we drove through the hood, I texted Islah, telling her I would rather be home with her watching a movie and eating her pussy instead of being out with these niggas, and she took that shit as a joke when I was so serious.
When we got to the club, we walked straight in, and that bitch was already packed. I stood at the door with my gang on either side of me, and women started to flock to me immediately.I looked at them bitch, and pushed past them to the VIP area, having one of the ladies get us straight.
