I hopped off the phone with her and got my shit together. That nigga Gio really got me outta character. Had me acting like the streets that made me for a lil’ minute, but now, I needed to get back to the nigga I was when she first met me.
I set some things up that I knew would surprise her and put a smile on her face. I had some people in motion for me, but I still had to do my part.
I did some research on some shit to present to her later, knocked out a custom necklace for her along with the other shit I needed to get done, then dapped Keith up before I headed out for the day.
After leaving the store, I stopped at the Gucci store and picked me and Islah something up for the night.
Once that was done, I headed across town, trying to get past the school traffic that was already starting to pile up to get Amir from school. That nigga was outside talking to a group of his friends. I revved my engine, making him look back with a smile.
He dapped his lil’ niggas up and hugged a couple of lil’ girls. He walked over to my car smooth, walking just like me, with a smile on his face and his wood brush in his hand, brushing his waves as he opened the car door.
“Wussup Pop?”
“Wussup son, how was your day?”
“It was good,” he said, putting his seatbelt on. “Passed a quiz from last week.”
I nodded and reached my hand out, dapping him up.
“That’s my fuckin’ boy!”
As I drove, he told me what work he had to do for the night.
“So listen,” I said, cutting into him still talking about his day. “I’ma take Islah out tonight, and you gonna stay wiz your cousin, Katie.”
“Oh, yeah, I like going over there.”
I already knew it.
“Well, I’ma take you to get some clothes, and then I’ma take you to get some food, wherever you want to go.”
He leaned back in the seat like he already had a list ready.
“Bet. I want steak, lobster, mac and cheese, and I need a cut.”
I glanced over at him.
“Man, ya shit look iight for now.”
He pointed at his brush. “It looks iight because I keep up with my routine.”
I shook my head and checked on Islah’s location and saw she was still at work.
“Iight lil’ nigga, I got you.”
We left his school, and I eased through traffic. I ordered my young blood his food and bounced my head along to the music.
We made the first stop to the crib, letting him run in and grab what he needed, then we hit the strip where I knew he liked to shop. I sat back and watched him pick a couple of fits. He moved like he knew his pops had money.
That shit made me smirk to myself because I wasn’t stopping him.
After he copped what he wanted, we moved along to pick up his food.
“Wussup with Islah?” he asked.
“She is at work. I am taking her on a lil’ date tonight.”
“That’s cool,” he responded, looking out the window. “I like her.”
