JoVaughn Virginie Scott
When I was done at Mr.Brown's office, I figured I'd go chill over at Denzel's house. It took me about fifteen minutes to get there. I hopped out of my car and made my way up to their apartment. After a few knocks on the door, Denzel opened it.
"Wassup bruh" he smiled.
"Yo yooo" I said greeting him. I stepped inside, making sure to remove my shoes and leave them by the door.
"What you been up to man?" he asked me when we took a seat on the couch.
"Shit, getting back into this art stuff."
"Thats good. I'm happy for you man. I thought you had given up."
Truth was that I had. I had no idea where my recent wave of creativity stemmed from, but I was thankful for it. My savings money wasn't going to hold me over forever. I had to get out of Regine's hair at some point.
Although art seemed to somewhat give me peace, I knew I was still fucked up. It was frustrating me, especially when it came to Reggie. I knew I wanted to give her a chance. I wanted to let her be there for me but there was still a part of me that refused to let it happen.
Denzel rolled a blunt and sparked it before passing it over to me. I took it and inhaled, holding it in a bit before letting the smoke out. He rolled another for himself and started to smoke it.
"Yo nigga who is your plug down here?" I asked him curiously.
"Some nigga I met through Nic. He lives somewhere over by Reggie" he mumbled.
"A guy I made a piece for wants me to do an exhibit at his friends studio. I think i'ma do it."
"Yooooo thats crazy. I'm proud of you bro" he said dapping me up.
"I hope it goes well" I mumbled feeling my high start to set in. This was some good ass weed.
I heard laughing from the kitchen and squinted. "Nicole here?"
"Yeah her and Reggie cooking something."
I nodded. I aint know how to feel about seeing Reggie after her breakdown with me last night. I didn't know if she felt embarrassed or not but either way I felt kind of weird about it.
"Denzel the food is ready!" Nic yelled. We both got up and walked into the kitchen.
As I walked in, I made automatic eye contact with Reggie. She stared a little bit until I licked my lips. She then blushed and looked down at her phone. I involuntarily smirked. This weed had me feeling weird.
