Ecstasy- Rapper imagines

Loyalty- lil tjay

(This based off of a real life situation cuz some Niggas grimy😭 if y'all want the tea lemme know but Ian let him cheat on her)

This was written before the situation where Tione was shot don't come for me😭 but please pray for our baby.

"Yo ma, where you at," I hear Tione yell, entering my house. Yes, he has a key. No, he is not my boyfriend. He's my best friend, who just has a key to my house. I have one to his too, it was an even exchange.

"My bedroom," I yell back, fixing my edges. This slick back better stay slick in this heat or else me and Eco gon fight.

"I gotcho fatass some food," he says, placing the Chick-fil-A bag on my vanity. I stand up and poke my but out, doing a little shake.

"I know it's fat huh," I respond while trying my hardest to twerk. Truthfully, I don't got no ass. Well a little bit but not too much. I'm trying but all my food go to my thighs. He looks down at my ass and smacks it. I gasp in shock and smack him in the face.

"You act like I ain't done that before," he says, holding his cheek.

"You didn't have a girlfriend then," I say, turning around and opening my bag. I start eating my food as I hear Tion suck his teeth.

"And? We just friends," he says, turning me around. I look down, avoiding eye contact. "Special friends."

"T," I say, pushing him aside. "You can't be doing Amber like that. Loyalty is more than just not having sex with somebody. If you can't control yourself imma have to kick your ass outta here."

"All this cuz a nigga touched your butt," he says, chuckling. I been cheated on enough. I know the pain. I'm not finna help him cheat.

"How would you feel if another nigga touched her ass, Tione," I ask, chewing on my waffle fries.

"I'd smack the fuck outta him," he responds, freely.

"Exactly, so what makes it fair for you to do that to another female."

"Youn got a nigga," he says, chowing down on his food. He looks at me in my eyes, examining my entire face. "Right?"

"No T," I say, looking away. "You're missing my point, bro. And even if I had a nigga, fuck was you gon do about it?"

"Youn wanna know, so I advise yo lil ass to stay single," he responds, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, until later."

"What you mean, later?"

"Later, ma. When Amber ass gone," He says with no remorse.

"She doesn't deserve that Tione, you know it and I know it," I yell at him. "It's bad enough you wait for her to fall asleep and then call me. You tell her you're with your moms just to come chill with me. You drop her every time I go through shit. Tione, Amber deserves better. Why you doing her like that?"

"Because she ain't you," he says, placing his hand on the vanity. "She ain't Y/N. You the only girl I've ever wanted, and I'm not finna let no bitch ruin that. Yeah, Amber bad as fuck. But she ain't you. She don't make me laugh like you and shit. Word to my motha, moment you say you want me I'm dropping her and every hoe I got."

"That's not fair," I say, leaning back. "Why you wasting her time? She coulda been with somebody that loved her instead of your trifling ass."

"Cuz Ian like you, Ian good on my own. Youn want me so I gotta what I gotta do."

"You needa sit yo ass down and call that girl and tell her how you really feel," I say, pulling his phone out his pocket and handing it to him.

"I'd hurt that bitch feelings if I told her how I really felt," he responds, laughing again. Ain't shit funny.

"Tione, call her and break up with her right now."

"A nigga ain't tryna be single."

"Call her," I say, opening up his phone, searching for her profile. I find one that says 'My Girl🤍🤞🏽" and I call it. Suddenly my phone goes off. I go for it but Tione grabs it and answers it.

"Yurrr," his voice echos from the phone as he says it out loud. I love Tione in all honesty. Nobody makes me happier. But I know how Tione gets. Even as a friend his ass is overprotective, I'm not tryna deal with that in a relationship. To keep it a hundred, he's the only one I want, but look how he's treating Amber. I'm not trying to be another Amber.

"Call her," I whisper shout and angrily shove the phone in his hand.

"What imma get outta it," he asks me, locking his phone.

"You'll find out, just do it," I respond, and fold my arms.

"I'm only gon do it if you promise imma get you," he says. He puts his hands on my waist and this time I let him continue. He leans down, placing kisses on my forehead. Then my nose. Then my cheek. He comes by my lips but I pull back.

"Call her," I say, pushing him away again. "Then we can talk about it."

"Shit, we ain't gon be doing much talking," he responds with a smirk. He looks me up and down, and licks his lips.

"Nigga if you don't call her!"

"I am, damn. No need to be yelling at me."