Chapter 4.
( December 2014 )
April
"I wish you'd stop!"
We were in my car, him switching the radio stations every five minutes, and me getting agitated by it. This boy knew how to work my nerves in 50 different ways.
"Stop fussin',"He finally settled on a station,"you da one who asked me ta' come."
"Because I don't wanna be bored,"
"Aight den shut up,"He plucked my arm.
"Stop hittin' on me boy!"I punched his arm.
"Damn, aight mighty man,"He mumbled & rubbed at his arm causing me to laugh.
I pulled up at Toys R' Us and parked closer to the entrance. We both climbed out and August followed me in, tugging down his pants little. We're here because today is Roman, Lola's son, birthday. He should be turning three I believe.
Walking into the store the sound of screaming children filled my ears. August kissed his teeth and tried to walk back out but I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me.
"Don't you dare."
"Lemme jus' sit inna car dawg. Dis shit gon blow me!"
"Stop it,"I slapped his chest and let him go."What do little boys even like?"
"Shiiid, they ass be onn'at Batman, Spider-Man, Da Hulk, Wrestling-"
"Okay good, so you know?"
He shrugged.
"Well, go look in the boy section while I try to find something to put it in."
"What?"
Instead of answering him I walked off. But before I could get too far I heard him say:
"Damn, get ha' la'inches in and don't know how ta' act,"
"Boy,"I turned around laughing,"don't even."
August
I kept movin' down da aisle, trynna find sumn for Lola la'baby. This sto' big as da fuck and all I'm seein is shit fa girls.
"Say girl wit' da red shirt!"
She turned around and pointed ta ha'self,"Me?"
"Yeah, you work hea'?"
She nodded.
"Well you'ca help me out right quick? I'm lookin' fa sumn fa a la'boy? Whea' das at?"
"Follow me."
I nodded ma head and followed behind ha. I couldn't even lie and say I wasn't starin' at ha ass. Da shit was huge and jus' out thea' so how was I not supposed ta look?
"What age group are you looking for?"
"Uh,"I scratched da back of ma head,"I think he bout three or fo'."
"Gotcha,"she nodded befo' bringing me ta whea' I needed ta be.
"Thank ya', I 'preciate cha' help."I said da minute we stopped.
"No problem, just call if you need anymore help,"she nodded at me befo' walkin' off.
Turnin' around I damn nea' bumped into a mountain of toys.
"Bruh what the fuck?"
Fuck they got all'ese toys up in hea' fa? I know they ain't got dis many children in da world-well at least dis many children in da world wit rich ass folk. 'Cause dis bitch high! Why da fuck dis spida-man gotta be fifty dolla's?
