The Publicist

Community Property

It was Aug in a black hoodie that said "Testimony." Black sweat pants and sun glasses. He had his roll luggage and carry on bag he was taking with him for the tour dates.

"Hey Baby." He bent down to hug me and pecked my lips.

He yawned. "I'm so damn sleepy."

I took his bags from him. "You want to eat first?"

"Seems like somebody already eating?" Aug said.

We looked at DJ who had made him a to go plate and was smacking.

"Enjoy dinner." He waved and left.

"I'll fix you a plate babe."

"I'm not really hungry to be honest." He yawned.

"You can make me a plate and I'll take it tomorrow on my flight." He headed back to my bedroom.

He took off his hoodie, revealing his white undershirt and took off his pants.

"But bum I went through the trouble of cooking for you." I pouted.

"Babe I'm not hungry. You can't make me eat. I'll eat it tomorrow." He got in the bed and laid down.

"I been at the studio all day, then rehearsal." He snuggled under the covers.

I sighed but understood he was tired.

"Come lay next to me." He patted the empty space next to him.

"Let me go put this food up."

I went to put the food up. DJ would be so upset he wasted his time cooking only for Aug not to eat, I thought as I put the food up.

After I was done I went in the room to see Aug had took all my pillows to prop his big head up and was knocked out, laying his whole body across the bed.

I had a wonderful night planned before he left, but I didn't want to disturb him. I knew he was drained, so I kissed his forehead, cut off the light and went into my guest bedroom and watched television until I fell asleep.

Next Day:
"Somebody's finally awake." I looked at Aug as he walked in my living room, sat on the couch next to me and laid his head on my lap. He rubbed his eyes.

"You were knocked out. It's 12 now." I rubbed his head.

"That's cause a nigga tired. I just been going and going since we came back."

"I know. After these couple of dates you get to rest." I bent down and pecked his lips.

"And Imma be right back here. Im thinking about moving in."

"Moving in?" I laughed.

"I slept so long cause that mattress you got comfortable as hell. I ain't never laid on nothing that good. Feel like laying on clouds or some shit."

"Clouds August?" I sucked my teeth.

"Yeah. What type of mattress is that?"

"I don't know. I bought that a while back."

"When I get back I'm just gon pack me some clothes and stay with you for a bit. A nigga need the type of rest I got last night. "

"So you wouldn't move for me? You'd move for my matress?"

"Exactly. You can sleep with me if you want to tho?"

"Fool it's my bed. And I can tell you are not used to sleeping with anybody."

"Why you say that?"

"You take all the covers. All the pillows. And your little ass body takes up half the bed. You lay across it. Not in one space. You suppose to hold me why you sleep. Not kick me off like you did while we was in tour."