The Publicist

I Wanna Be Ya Best Friend

August POV-

"August?" Jazz called out my name in a panic.

"I'm in the kitchen baby." I yelled back.

"Why didn't you wake me up? It's twelve did you take your medicine?" She rushed into the kitchen with my pills and got me a bottle of water.

"Chill baby. I took it." I looked over at her from the stove. "I wanted you to get your rest. Sit down."

I turned the stove off.

"Did you really take it?" She gave me a skeptical look as she sat at the counter.

"Yes." I kissed her forehead and hugged her head into my chest.

"August this hurts. I'm hitting all bones."

I let her head go and straight faced her. I know I'm skinny but I'm not that damn skinny.

She started laughing.

"Just for that you can't have none of this good food I cooked." I walked away from her getting one bowl.

"That bowl better be for me." She eyed me.

I ignored her fixing me some of the gumbo I made.

I sat at the counter about to eat and she snatched it from me.

"Greedy ass." I looked at her.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked snatching the spoon from me and eating.

"Greedy and rude. Damn."

"Whatever."

"So you know I need to make some extra money." I sat on the stool in front of her.

"Why?" She said wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Got some expenses. So I'm thinking about using my man goodies."

"Man goodies?" She cracked up. "Doing what?"

"Stripping."

"Nobodies going to pay to see you but your 12 year old fans."

"Whoa we taking shots?"

"I'm just saying you too skinny to be a stripper babe. You gotta bulk up."

"My bulk is in the right place." I looked down my basketball shorts.

"Really? I'm eating. I don't want to hear about or see your man goodies."

"You wouldn't pay to see me strip?"

"No. Why buy the cow when I can get the milk for free."

"I don't know why you talking about milk, when you too afraid to get some." I smirked.

She threw her spoon down and straight faced me.

"Am I right? Or am I right?"

"You're ruining my fucking appetite that's what you're doing. I don't want to hear about that whole I'm eating."

"Flashbacks?"

"You know what?"

"I'm just joking. Sorta." I chuckled.

She was not amused. She rolled her eyes and went back to eating.

"Why don't you talk to me like you do DJ?" I took her spoon and dug in her bowl.

"August you made a whole pot." She sucked her teeth.

"So, I'm the cook and I want some of yours." I took another bite.