Just Too Different

Ryan's Pov

Ryan Pov
Today I just left the studio. I recorded my first song. I'm kinda proud about it. I'm not releasing it yet. August haven't even heard it yet and he has been bugging me ever since I told him I started writing one! It's dedicated to him anyway so he's going to have to wait.

Anyway, August and I are out on the town without my little munchkins. They went to Nola for the weekend but not little miss Ava. She's with us and August will not let her be at peace!

Aug- Lemme see hea.

Me- No August.

Aug- Fa why doe?

Me- Because. She's wrapped up on my chest and it's too much work to take her out and get her in.

Aug- Dat ain't my fault. Ian ask ya ta buy all dat complicated shit.

Me- Stop cursing please.

Aug- August will be August. August Anthony Alsina Jr. Dats me.

I continued looking through racks of clothes.

Me- Do you like this?

I held a shirt up to August chest.

Aug- Can ya hold my daughta's head.

I sighed and placed one hand under Ava's head.

Aug- Thank Ya.

Me- Now answer my question.

Aug- I'm my own stylist babey. *Smirks*

I started pouting and August pecked me on the lips and started walking away.

Aug- Shop fa ya. I'll be ova hera sittin down.

Me- August! *Whines* Your no help what so ever! I'm trying to shop for you.

Aug- I'm straight.

I mocked him.

Me- "I'm straight." *Rolls eyes*

I looked down at a sleeping Ava.

Me- Your dad irks my nerves.

Aug- *Chuckles* I heard dat.

I looked back at him and gave him a mean mug.

Me- Don't talk to me August! *Rolls eyes*

I don't know why I'm rolling my eyes and he can't even see them since I'm wearing shades.

Aug- *Laughs* What's wrong with ya.

I turned around ignoring his question. I stood on my tiptoes to put the shirt back on the rack. I was struggling! Part of the reason was because I didn't want to bump Ava's head on the rail. I saw a shadow come over me and a hand took the shirt and put it on the rack.

Aug- Why ya gotta be so short. *Chuckles*

Me- Why you gotta be an ass.

Aug- "Stop cursin please". *Chuckles*

I crossed my arms.

Me- August your real stubborn.

Aug- Are we still on dis shirt subject?

I whined again.

Me- Yesss! You always get me things and you never want anything in return!

Aug- Dats my job and dats cause I got all I need.

Me- And that is?

Aug- Life... Ya..Ava...My ma's... Da girls....Family...Money....*Smirks*...weed. *Chuckles*

I smiled and nudged August. He started singing his song "Let Me Hit That".

Aug- *Sings* Supa loud. Supa strong. Supa Greeeen got me supa gone. *Smirks*

Me- *Laughs* I dislike you.

Aug- I dislike ya ta. But.

I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was hugging me too. I think we were squishing Ava.

Me- But?

Aug- But I love ya doe. *Smiles*

Me- I love you more.

August gave me a kiss. In the middle of the kiss I was talking.

Me- So. *Kiss* What. *Kiss* About. *Kiss* That. *Kiss* Shirt?*Smirks*

Aug- Fine Ryan. Do what ya do. But I'm hungry as hell and I'm finna go get me some Popeyes.

Me- Can you run by the store and pick up some baby m- GCO

August started walking out the store.

Aug- Milk. Yea I know.

Me- Hurry back please.

Aug- I got ya. *Chuckles*

August know good and well he slow.

Me- And don't eat and drive!

Aug- No promises.

August then walked out the store and I went back to shopping.