YO B! By Julian
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I held on to the nearest available surface which just happened to be the stove, "Damn man, this shit is good!" "Mm Mmm." was all he got out. i swear we was making some noise up in this piece, echos bouncing off the wall. i was suprised we wasn't busted. and just when i was about to pop my top, guess who shows up? i swear i never seen a man run that fast. J was up off his knees in less than a second leaving me and my shit hanging all out- like they wasn't gonna figure out what the fuck we was doing! "Get the hell outta here Jameson before i call a guard." he was up and running not even bothering to acknowledge that i was there. yeah that shit hurt but i guess i could inderstand the situation. i pulled up my pants and closed up shop. "you just can't leave it alone can you?" i didn't even want to look at him so i ain't say nothing. "Why you all up on me like that Brotha. what? you can't get some other chump to smack on cause as you can plainly see my ass is taken." would you believe that after all that shit he had the nerve to laugh all up in my face. i was just counting the numbers down cause i didn't want to go up off in here. "Be mad all you want, you young folks don't know shit when it comes to love. y'all think with the little head rather than the big one and that's why things are the way they are." of course he was right and of course my ass was not gonna admit it to him. "Whatever Anthony. i gotta go." i squeezed my way from between the stove and him and headed for the main door. before i made my exit though, i stopped and turned around, "What the fuck you know about love man? you been up in this piece more than half your grown life so what the fuck would you know about anything." i didn't even wait for him to answer, i just turned back around and walked out.
It was like i was back in the past again. Dealing with all the same shit over again and not knowing what the fuck to do. Jameson was dodging my ass like i was the NYPD or something. Everytime i tried to get close he would make up some lame ass excuse as to why we had to chill. "you know how nigga's get when they find out that one a them is getting down, you want to deal with all that shit B. you got a good while to go before they even consider your ass for parole." "I don't give a damn man ! shit, why you actin like this, so what if they know. If anybody should be worried it's me and i'm not." "Well i am and i don't think we should do this shit no more." it's like at that moment i heard my heart just drop. "Whatcha mean by that ?" "What the fuck i say man. Listen to me aight ! i got a few weeks left than i'm gonna be gone, you probably neva gonna see my ass again, it's betta if we just end this shit right fucking now." i shoulda just walked away but i couldn't. this shit was not gonna happen to me a second time around. "why you actin this way man, why you actin like this ?" i know, i was gonna go fo broke. "Nigga i think you be misunderstanding this whole situation." "Say what ?" "You heard me man. Why you gotta be acting like some bitch hanging off ma jockstrap and shit." "you think that's what i'm doing ?" "Yeah ! if i didn't know you i'd think your ass was all up in me or something. You betta just get your mind off of that shit cause i ain't in it with you. I do this shit cause it feels good aight, nothing else !" did this nigga just read me my rights cause it sounded like it. I couldn't beleieve what he was saying and i didn't want to believe it. "So you saying all we did, everything we been through ain't mean shit to you ?" "Exactly ! i got we a woman on the outside B, you know that. You done seen ma daughter and shit, so how you gonna be actin like you don't be knowing this is just fo the here and now." i was crushed beyond beleief. This nigga been playing with ma emotions and shit. I swear i wanted to just cry but i ain't gonna go out like that, not now, not ever. "Fuck it then, if you feel that way you entitled to it but i ain't got a mutha fucking thing to say to your ass." and that was the truth. Nigga gonna play me like i some violin and shit. "B you don't gotta be like that man. I mean we can still kick it and shit till i go, you know you want to." that smile that he had plastered on his face had me bugging the fuck out and i just wanted to knock his shit off. "Fuck you man ! i ain't need no charity from you." i walked away from that with as much dignity i could but when it was just me in my cell. I cried like a bitch. This nigga was right, i was actin like a bitch trying to feel fo something that ain't there in the first place. Well i was done crying fo nigga's that was gonna play me. From here on out it's gonna be, `if you can't beat them, join the mutha fuckers' kinda attitude