“Oh yeah, I never put tan and this dark green together,” Sammy said, adjusting his shirt. “I fuck with it.”
Ricky did the same shit. “Yeah, I fuck with this shit. Gotta put the gold slugz in for this one.”
“Oh, yeah, I got to,” Keith added.
I laughed. “Yeah, I fuck with this shit.”
Amir was still standing in the mirror, letting the tailor fit his jacket.
Keith clapped his hands together like he was the one getting married. “Man, this whole fuckin’ setup is clean. Ain’t nobody gonna look better than us in that building.”
Ricky laughed. “Facts, the first of our boyz getting married.”
Sammy nodded. “Yeah, this shit finna be a movie.”
I couldn’t even disagree with him.
But while my niggas were standing over there talking about jewelry, grillz, and other shit, I didn’t care about none of that shit. I was just ready for Islah to be my wife.
After we got measured, pinned, and everything else they needed from us, we left the store and headed back toward the food court.
The mall was packed as hell.
People everywhere carried bags, kids running around, couples walking hand in hand. The closer we got to the food court, the louder the noise got.
Me and my niggas looked at each other and walked out the door, not feelin’ the crowd.
They followed me to the steak house Amir liked.
We all parked side by side and walked straight in and were led to a table.
Me and my niggas ordered a strong drink, and Amir got some strawberry lemonade as we waited for the appetizers.
“In a few months, you will be married, my boy,” Sammy added.
I smirked as they placed our drinks down.
“Yeah…I wish it were sooner,” I said before taking a sip.
“You really want to speed this shit up? Most niggas be scared to walk down the aisle,” Ricky added.
“Hell nah, I know what I want.”
They nodded.
My phone rang, interrupting our conversation, and it was the realtor.
I looked at the screen for a second before answering, pushing my chair back from the table a lil’ bit.
“Yeah,” I said as I picked up the call.
She went on talking. I listened more than I talked. I nodded a few times to myself while she spoke, taking in all she was sayin’.
“Iight, I’m at lunch right now. I’ll be there after.”
I hung up the phone and sat back down.
“Nigga, what are you smiling for?” Ricky asked.
