Ecstasy- Rapper imagines

Miss Harlem- asap Rocky

"Y/N," my boss calls me.

"Yes?"

"Take out the trash please," she asks and I smile nodding. All them niggas up in here and I gotta take out the trash. Chivalry ain't nothing no more huh.

"Fat ass," I say, pushing Rayquan out the way. All his ass do is eat the food we cook and gets paid for it.

"Shut up, wit yo anorexic ass," he responds, throwing a fry at me. I catch it in my mouth and eat it. He sticks me the middle finger at the same time I stick mines to him. That's just me and ray. That's my boy. "That's why ya taking the trash out, you house slave."

"Oh really? This about race now," I say, getting in his face. He's Hispanic.

"Go pick some cotton," he tells me, jokingly.

"Go jump a wall," I respond and with that, I walk out the door. Most people get mad at how we talk about each other, but that's our friendship and our friendship is between us. If they don't get it, fuck em.

"I'm gonna get murdered bro," I whisper to myself. It's pitch black and the dumpster is far as fuck from the building.

I walk to the dumpster with the bag, and I realize that it's starting to tear. "Bitch." As I lift it up, I place it in the trash and suddenly gunshots sound.

That's Harlem for you.

I duck down quickly, until I know it's safe to book it.

"Shawty," I hear from behind me.

"Rakim," I say when I recognize his voice. Of course his ass is getting shot at.

"I love you," he jokes, pulling out his gun.

"Fuck you," I respond and continue to hide behind the dumpster. I kick him so he falls because his ass was too close behind me. "Ain't enough space back here."

"Mane, you tryna get a nigga killed," he states, coming back in the same place.

"You said something smart for once," I reply, pulling out my phone.

"Stay back here please," he says, and then gets from behind the trash can.

"Rakim, bring yo ass back here," I say, grabbing his ankle. He shakes me off and I watch as he pulls his gun out of his pants and begins to shoot.

"Oh, you so fucking dumb," I tell him and he glances at me.

"You love my dumb ass."

"No I don't," I say. Suddenly his gun runs out of bullets and they start shooting back.

"Fuck," he says, tryna come back in.

"Nah nigga, go back bucko," I say, taking up the space. He shoves me harshly. "Nigga if I die, I'm killing you in yo sleep."

"I'll let you but just trust me," he says and the shits start hitting the dumpster.

"If I get shot, that's gon scar. Mane, imma kill you. Word to my mother you dead," I tell him.

"Stop buggin," he tells me. "You'll be fine, ms Harlem."

"Stop calling me that-"

"Aye, nigga," I hear another voice yell. Rakim stands up, kicking me to the side so I scoot over. I punch his foot.

"Mane that wasn't even me shooting," Rakim lies and I roll my eyes. Typical Rakim.

"Yea sure, and I'm bald," the nigga responds. Rakim jokingly eyes me, and I pinch his ankle. This is not the time for jokes. Get me out of here.

"Mane ion want no problem," Rakim says, putting his hands up.

"Shoulda thought about that when you was shooting at me and my niggas," the dude replies. I stand up, pushing Rakim down and he falls behind the dumpster.

"Look, he wasn't shooting okay," I say, putting my hands up. "I was. I wasn't shooting at you, I was shooting at the people behind you."

"My gang was behind me. And don't think cuz you got a pussy I want shoot yo ass. I shoot bitches too." Well that backfired.

"Chill on that bitch word," Rakim says, standing up.

"Remember who got the gun," the dude tells him. I look at his head. This Nigga is bald. Ain't nothing but a patch of hair on top, looking like it was spray paint. His barber needa lose his job, get arrested and go to jail for murder of this niggas hairline. Why he pushed so far back you can only see it from the side?

"Rakim, " I warn him.

"He called you bitch," Rakim says, angry. But there ain't shit he can do. Gun to fist ain't gonna work sweetheart.

"Bitch, back down fo I hit you," I cuss at him and Rakim rolls his eyes. We finna die and his ass worried about me being called a bitch. I'd take bitch over deceased any day.

"Suck my dick," he responds. The dude grunts and aims the gun directly at me. His hand touches the trigger and pulls it back. A bullet comes flying my way but Rakim steps in front of me. 4 more shots are set off until I hear my boss yell that she's calling the cops. The guy drops his gun as he's running but doesn't come back to get it. I run to the gun and shoot the guy in both knee caps and one in his ass. Talk about an ass shot.

"I know you ain't shoot him in his ass," Rakim jokes as blood comes out of his mouth.

"This ain't the time," I respond, calling the police. The ambulance is gonna be here in 3 minutes, but only because we're right by the hospital, because in Harlem, the ambulance come 3 hours after you call. They wait til you're dead to come.

I grab Rakim's gun and bury deep up in the bag. I grab the gun and shoot the security cameras that had view of what happened. They'll just right it off as another shoot out. I doubt the nigga got away fully. I apply as much pressure as I can to the wounds, but he's slipping away.

"Keem," I tell him. "Yo dumb ass gotta live. We gotta go watch that new movie with Megan Good fine ass remember?"

"I'm trying," he says, gasping for hair. "I just-"

His voice fades and his eyes start to close. A whole in my chest forms and tears fall.

"Talk to me, Keem. Please talk to me," I cry.

"I just want to be with you. And if you don't wanna be with me, there's no point in living at all," he tells me.

"You finna die and all you wanna do is spit game," I say, wanting to smack him.

"I'm not spitting g-game. I'm t-telling truth. I really luh-" his voice fades out.

"Rakim," I scream.

"I love you shawty," he tells me. "Don't make me say nothing else. Let my last words be I love you to you, please."

"Okay," I tell him. I hear sirens and a breath of relief comes over me.

"I love you Ms Harlem," he says as the ambulance comes to take him. His eyes close. And my heart stops.

"I love you too Rakim."

My life ain't been the same since that day.