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February 12, 1992

~Tia's P.O.V~

"I'm not about to play with you boy." I laughed.

"I'm serious as hell though." DeVanté laughed.

"That's nasty though! I wouldn't drink yours." I said covering my face, embarrassed.

"So you telling me, if you was stranded on an island, and all you had is my bath water, you wouldn't drink it." He asked.

DeVanté, Tionne, Dalvin, and I were all playing a good game of 'Would You Rather', we've been playing for about an hour now. We been asking each other all different types of dumb questions.

"NO! I'm pretty sure if we were on the island the bath water would be from the ocean."

"Okay, what if a tub of water was dropped off on the island full of water?"

"Then I'm getting in whatever dropped it off you big dummy!" I laughed. I'm the queen of dumb questions, but they don't know that right now. DeVanté got me a little beat.

"What if the tub full of freshwater drove on the ocean to the island by itself, and broke down? You were about to die of thirst, but I jumped into it to tub before you could get to a drink."

"Then my very last breaths would be taken from making your light behind a very dark shade of red. I'm dying of thirst and you're thinking about bathing when there's a whole ocean."

"Okay, damn..." DeVanté smacked his lips.

"De, you over did it." Dalvin said laughing along with Tionne, and I.

"Besides I'm pretty sure if it drove there the ocean water mixed into it, which means it's still harmful to drink." I explained.

"NEXT! Okay, y'all here's one for everyone. Would you rather sleep with your eyes open, or walk with your eyes closed?" Dalvin asked.

"Walk with my eyes closed." I said.

"Same." Tionne answered.

"Right, I can be the next Stevie Wonder." DeVanté said closing his eyes moving his head the same way Stevie Wonder does.

"Nigga, Stevie Wonder is blind!" Dalvin said laughing.

"Don't you think I know that?" DeVanté said leaning his head and hand out. I laughed so hard I started crying.

"You fucking oogly ass nigga!" Dalvin laughed harder, slapping his knee.

"O-o-okay." I said out of breath from laughing so hard. "I got one."

"Okay," Tionne said with our laughter dying down.

"Would you rather burp everytime you talk, or fart everytime you walk? Now after every step there's a fart comes out, and before every word you burp." I asked.

"Damn, that's kind of hard. You pulled that form out of your ass? No pun intended." Dalvin asked.

"Yeah," I laughed.

"Okay, I think I'd rather burp after every word. I don't want to be walking past people and an eggy smell waft past they nose." Tionne said, and I nodded.

"But your breath would be stinking, and you got to kiss me." Dalvin said to her.

"You'd rather me have stank ass, or stank breath?" Tionne asked Dalvin.

"Shit, both are unflattering!" Dalvin said making a disgusted face. "If I'm hitting it from the back I'm gon' smell it even more. If I'm kissing you and your breath stank, I ain't even gon' get to fucking."

"Yeah, you gon' automatically think her coochie stank." DeVanté laughed.

"Right." Dalvin replied.

"I can't fuck no dragon breath ass nigga, and no stank booty ass nigga either. What you choosing, Dal?"

"Burp."

"That's what I thought!" Tionne said flicked her hand.

DeVanté shook his head, then answered."I'd rather fart because nobody would know it was me if it's silent."

"You know dang well all farts ain't silent, SOME of them are going to be heard." I said.

"Especially yours! I can smell and hear your farts still. Yo ass used to hold me down and fart above my face."

"What, really!?" I exclaimed with a dropped jaw.

"Hell yeah! This nigga, and Derek used to tag team me. I hated when my mama made beans." Dalvin frowned, and I looked at DeVanté.

"I ain't ever heard nothing like that." I laughed.

"I'm sorry about that baby bruh." DeVanté said, seeming sincere. "But, that shit was funny, and still is to this day!" DeVanté laughed hard.

"Okay, next question." Tionne said attempting to hold her laugh. She eventually bursted with laughter.

Dalvin frowned with his lips turned down."Not you too!"

"I'm sorry, baby. It is funny though." Tionne quickly changed her demeanor. "Okay, so- I forgot my question. De you next."

"Okay, uhhh- muhhhfuckinn uhhmm..." DeVanté trailed off thinking.

"What the fuck... Yo ass tripping. Spit it out." Dalvin said.

"Okay, I got it!" DeVanté said snapping his fingers. "If you drowning, are you going to live or die?"

Dalvin smacked his lips. "Man what!? Ol' stupid ass!"

"What kind of question is that?" I asked DeVanté.

"A simple one." He shrugged.

"Yep, I'm done with this game." Dalvin stood up.

"What? Why? It's a GOOD question." DeVanté frown up at Dalvin.

"Yeah, that was a kind of a dumb question." Tionne said, getting up and following Dalvin to the room.

"So was the rest of them." DeVanté said shaking his head. He looked at me.

I put my hands up, "Hey," I shrugged.

"Wow, if K-Ci and them was here they would have answered." DeVanté said to them.

"You spoke to K-Ci yet?" I asked turning away from them and to DeVanté.

"Nah, why?" He asked.

"Y'all all friends, and have been for so many years. You miss him. That was just another petty argument." I explained. DeVanté has mentioned him a few times this past week.

"I ain't talking to him, until HE apologises and that's THAT." He said nonchalantly.

"Fair," I shrugged.

"Anyways, how is your movie going?" DeVanté dropped his folded arms.

"It's going GREAT. The cast is so much fun, but hard-working. I think this going to be a hit."

"What's it about?" He asked trying to be slick.

"Like I said before, I'm not telling you. When you hear it or see it you'll know, and that's THAT." I mocked his tone from earlier.

"Touché." He said sucking his teeth. "Well at least tell me some of the actors." He whined.

"That, I will tell you." I smiled, "There is Spike Lee of course, Angela Bassett, Delroy Lindo, Theresa Randle, Ernest Lee Thompson-"

DeVanté cut me off. "The dude from 'What's Happening!?', right?"

"Yessir."

"You spoke to him?"

"Duhh, DeVanté." I dragged the uh. "I have to speak to everyone I work with for a good production."

"Right, dumb question. Did you have a one-on-one conversation with him?"

"Yeah, and he was pretty cool. He said he's happy to see another person especially a young black women. He is really nice."

"That's dope!" DeVanté nodded.

"Yes, yes it is- or was." I cheesed, tilting my head.

"You got a pretty ass smile," DeVanté licked his lips. I turned red, hiding my face. I feel embarrassed.

"What you hiding it for?"

"Man, I don't know." I said turning away, still red.

"Stop." He said grabbing my hands, and pulling them away from my face.

"You're beautiful as hell too, you know that? Come here." He said standing up.

"Come? For what?"

"Just come."

"I'm coming, DeVanté." I groaned getting up, and he grabbed my wrist softly. He lead me to the mirror.

"Look at you," he stood behind me, folded my arms across my stomach, with both of his hands holding mine.

He rested his chin on my right shoulder."Beautiful."

I know I'm beautiful, and it took me a while to see it. But ye girl is beautiful, always have been on the inside, and dang sure fine on the out. I just don't hear it a lot from others. I look in the mirror everyday and tell myself 'I love you, Tia' out loud. Every blue moon I'd hype myself up and say 'YOU CUTE' or 'you're so beautiful'. Sometimes we have to be our own hypes person. Some may call that weird but I don't think so. His leg rubbed against me, I thought he was hard again for a second, but I'm pretty sure it was his cellphone.

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"Yes, yes it is- or was." Tia cheesed tilting her head.

"You got a pretty ass smile." I looked down at her lips, licked my lips rubbing down my face with my index finger and thumb. Plump lips, and I like her gap. She hid her red face.

"What you hiding for?" I knew she was feeling embarrassed.

"Man, I don't know." She said in her Midwestern accent, this time turning away from me. I could still see the side of her high cheekbone, she was still smiling

"Stop." I said in a low voice, softly grabbing her wrist. I wanna laugh at how embarrassed she looks. I don't know why she's doing this, it's just us in here.

"You beautiful as hell too, you know that? Come here." I stood up with my hand out.

"Come? For what?"

'Cum, cum on this dick!' Why she had to word it like that? I'm having flashbacks of my dream. C'mon now!

"Just cum." I inwardly chuckled, she probably didn't catch that.

"I'm coming, DeVanté." She groaned. God! Why must she do this!? I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and opened them. I grabbed her wrist, and lead her to the mirror.

"Look at you." I said standing behind her.

I laced her smaller hands in mines. She let me, even though she had nothing covering or protecting her hands. I then folded her arms across her belly, her hands touching waist, with mines on top, embracing her from behind.

"Beautiful." I mumbled, looking at us together, resting my head on her right shoulder. I had to get in a squatting position to do so. We look great together. I licked my lips.

She just smiled, looking into her eyes through the mirror. "Not to toot my own horn but beep-beep!" She said a slightly loud, moving her body up and down twice.

Doing that caused her backside to rub my hardened crotch. That's all it took. I came in my sweatpants. Laying my forehead on her should, I bit my lip hard in order to keep from moaning. My grip around her slightly tightened, and I quickly moved my pelvis away from her. I'm pretty sure she felt my hard-on, but not as much as she sould have if I would have worn loose boxers instead of fitted.

"DeVanté, are you okay?" Tia said looking away the the mirror, turning her face to mines.

When she moved, her backside slightly rubbed on my sensitive, but still hard crotch. Before she could turn all the way around, I turned my back to her, with my hands on my knees, slightly shaking.

"Y-y-yeah, my uhh stomach is just hurting right now." I was trying to talk through my still occuring orgasm.

"You need me to do anything" She asked.

"No!" I said a little too harsh. "Nothing else. I'm sorry for raising my voice. I think I just need to use the bathroom and and sleep."

She spoke low and awkwardly, "You not gon' keep talking to me like that." I turned my head to look at her.

"Again, I'm sorry. I'm just feeling sick. I'm going to head to my room. See you in the morning." I was already squatting, all I had to do was hold my stomach, hide my crotch, and hide the spot on my sweats. I had to hide my crotch because I stay hard for four to five minutes after nutting.

"You sure you don't need help?" She asked me.

"Positive." I said smiling uncomfortably. I limped back to my room.

"I hope you better." I heard her say as I entered my room.

I replied, "Thanks." Then closed my door.

What the FUCK is going on with me!? I pulled the elastic of my sweats and saw the damage I did. The damage was real. Imagine if she knew, she'd think I was a pervert, and do god knows what. Trying to embarrass her turned back on me. Now, I'm the embarrassed one. Instant karma! I'm starting to rethink her staying here, I'm losing my marbles and nut.

I plopped down to the bed, uncomfortably due my boxers and sweats being wet. I don't know if I can deal with all of this much longer. I stood back up and stripped, so I could shower. Yo, I'm really stressed right now. This is not cool.

February 13, 1992

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"Wake yo light skinned ass up." Dalvin said coming into my room.

I lifted up lifted up, rubbing the built up crust in my eyes, then squinting at him. "Man why the hell you in my room at-" I looked at the clock. "two o'clock-"

He cut me off. "In the afternoon, you been sleep since last night. I had to come check on you to see if you was still living." I laughed. "What's that I hear about you being sick?"

"Nigga, I'm good. Now leave me alone. Fuck out my room Dalvin, I'm tired."

"Tia told me you wasn't feeling this morning before she left. I made you some Campbell noodle soup, you busted bitch." Busted is the word to describe what happened.

"I ain't sick, I just told her that. I'm good."

"Why you lie then?"

"Some embarrassing shit happened is why?"

"Embarrassed you say? You are the embarrassment. I wanna hear this shit!" He laughed.

"No, now get the fuck out. I'm tired right now."

"Nigga you been sleep all day. I even left and you was still out. You gon' eat this shit, I spent all that time slaving over that microwave!" Dalvin joked, but I just need him out my room.

"I'll eat it later, just leave me the hell alone! I ain't get no sleep until earlier today."

"I ain't leaving until you tell me what happened."

"Nigga if you don't ge the fuck out my room in five- four- three-"

"Okay, damn! Sour booty ass!" He sat the bowl down and left the room.

I fell back into my bed and attempted to go back to sleep. Now I can't even go back to sleep. Fuck Dalvin, man! Now I can't even go back to sleep. I got out of bed and got dressed.

"Taking my ass to the studio to lay some beats." I mumbled to myself.

When I walked into the living room K-Ci was sitting on the couch. "The hell you doin' here?" I asked irritated.

"Dalvin let me in."

"And?"

"To apologize for my behavior lately.  I have been acting out for random shit lately, y'all all know it takes a lot from me to say I'm sor- I'm so- I'm sorry. Aight?"

I just laughed, this nigga had a hard time saying sorry, and meaning it. Last time he ain't mean it. "You better mean it this time, 'cause I'm getting tired of yo black ass doing shit."

"Nigga, I did. We boys?" He said holding his hand up.

"We boys." We dapped up, laughing.

We usually squash our beef without apologizing. The next day or moment, we just cool again, we niggas. But he been way too out of control lately, and he needed to learn about his wrong doings.

"Nigga, I got to go. I'll catch y'all asses later!" I yelled out leaving with my keys in my hand.

When I made it to the studio I noticed there were more cars than usual parked out front than usual. I bet it's the big nigga and Puffy peoples. They always have a bunch of people in the studio with them, like a party. Me, I don't like thag shit them motherfuckers be to loud and the bitches be too in your face. I 'on't like that shit. I party when it's time to party and I work when it's time to work.

A nigga ain't wasting no money just to have a studio party, when I could party for free anytime. Half the time I don't even like going to the parties. I only party on special occasions like holidays or birthdays, other than that a nigga is working or chilling. These days I added Tia to the list, I spoke to her a lot over the phone when she left. To be honest she's extra motivation to some of the things I do. As I made it upstairs I knew I was right, it was them niggas that got all those people in the studio.

"What's up?" Biggie said with a chick up under his big ass arm. I nodded my head, basically saying it back with a gesture. I kept walking to the studio room I usually work in, I closed and locked the door. No distractions today. No Dalvin, no JoJo, and no K-Ci to interrupt me this time. Just me and the music.

Word Count: 2,900

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