Belong To The City (August Alsina)

Chapter 29: Love Like This

I walked out ta the truck ta see T leanin' against it. When he saw me he climbed in the passenger seat an I got in the drivers side. I ain't that reckless. I know betta then ta show up at some shit like this ,wit' a nigga like Pop, not strapped or wit' somebody who is strapped. Since he on his bitch nigga fix, I'm sho' he gone try ta pull some shit jus' 'cause he still want her.

"You sure about this Aug? " T asked while I pulled out the drive way and headed ta whea' I tol' the nigga ta meet me. When I said that shit earlier he got his ass down hea' quick fast an in a hurry.

"Yea man. This dude need ta gone head an leave Cyn alone and the only way that's gone happen is if I pay his ass."

"You a good one nigga. I wouldn't be blowin' one hundred grand for no broad." He stated.

"Aye chill out, Cyn ain't jus' some broad. I luh that girl." I smiled . I really do an imma be tellin' her real soon.

"You love her? Woah Yung, when this shit happen." T asked. I shrugged an looked ova at him a lil bit.

"I mean a while ago I was already feelin' like I more than liked her , but the otha day when she got me that pictua frame, it jus' kinda set in."

"Damn Yung, I cain't believe dis. You growin' up on me bruh . So you tell her yet?"

"Naw, imma tell her soon though, I'm jus' a little nervous she ain't gone feel the same. " I tol' him. That was the truth though.

The whole reason I wasn't talkin' ta Cyn a whole lot earlier is 'cause I was trynna thank 'bout all the shit we been through and if she could possibly be feelin' what I'm feelin' this early on. I'ont wanna be confessin' my feelin's like this early on an she end up not feelin' the same. That shit would fuck me up, because this the first girl I eva been wit' that I could say I luh, and I don't want her to be the first ta break a niggas heart.

"Aye don't be nervous man. That girl loves you. I can tell." He cheesed. I chuckled and pulled inta the parkin' lot of some dirty motel.

I knew wouldn't nobody be outchea so it'd be a easy drop wit' out the media hearin' 'bout it. Let those muhfuckas hea' 'bout this shit an that would give them even moe reason ta be hatin' on a nigga.

Lookin' aroun' I already saw the nigga propt up on the front of his truck. I stepped out the car not forgettin' ta grab the money out the counsel an headed cross the parkin' lot ova ta him. He sittin' hea' smirkin' an shit like somethin' funny. He one of those niggas that done played his whole entire life off of some movies or some shit.

"Well, well, if it ain't the lil boyfriend." He smiled. I shook my head an jus' handed the money his way.

"Yo I ain't hea' ta talk ta yo ass. Hea' the rest of the money, now you can leave ma girl alone." He grabbed the money an started laughin' while he ripped the band off.

I started walkin' back ta the truck 'cause I ain't have time foe this ole wanna be Scarface ass muhfucka.

"Aye wait a minute playa. I gotta make sure all my shit in here so you can wait right here 'til I'm done countin'." He stated. I turned aroun' not even botherin' ta argue wit' this nigga, its all there so he can count this shit right quick so I could get back home ta my lady.

His ass was countin' real slow an I was gettin' annoyed . He need ta hurry this shit up.

"Really nigga? You tryin' not ta get paper cuts an shit? I gotta go, so speed this shit the fuck up." Nigga gone look up at me an keep countin' all extra slow an shit.

"What you gotta go do nigga? Lay up wit' my girl?" He retorted.

"Naw not lay up wit' yo girl, imma go lay up wit' my girl."