Deeper Meaning

Total Request Live

-Earlier That Day-
-P.S. The song represents the mood of the day.-

Today is such a beautiful day. Zhen and Yvette were in the car driving back to home. This time they were going to Zhen's home.

Zhen's POV.

Man today is just that day. Out of all six of those cards, I know what the red card means. Mom has the cards if you were wondering. "Wtf is you doing?", my mom asked me. "I'm tryna find a station so we can listen to music.", I said. "Please don't put it on that country music station. I am not in the mood to listen to some white nigga singing about beer and horses.", she said. Damn. I didn't know she felt like that💀💀💀. That was never me playing that bullshit. That be Dad lil head ass that be doing that. "I don't be doing that shit. That's yo chicken nugget head husband doing that", I said while laughing. "Well whateva", my mom said. I kept turning and turning to get to a good station. Okay now my arm hurt. I gave up and put my hand back on the wheel. The station had so much static. Mom cleared the static and we could finally hear some words. "Since today is one of those cool and relaxing days, we're gonna do a TRL today. If you don't what a TRL is it's basically a Total Request Live. The first six people to call will be chosen but only two of the six will be able to have their request played on this station. So y'all betta start calling now and our number is 617-990-411.", the radioman said. My mom patted me on my shoulder. "What?!", I said. "Call them so I can play a song.", my mom said. I turned my head and looked at her. "What's wrong with your fingers? I'm driving right now.", I said.  "Well this is my car and I can do and say whateva I want to.", she said. Well I bought the car for you but alright if you say so. I just thinking to myself of what I wanted my next response to be. My mom sighed. "I'll give you $7 if you just call the fucking station.", my mom said. Hmmm...call the station and get $7 or drive back to my house and still get the $7? ig i can call that white ass station. "Fine. Can you pass me my phone? It's in the glove compartment.", I said. "Why is it in the glove compartment?", my mom asked. Now she knew which one I was talking about. "Not the one by you. I'm talking about the one that's between us.", I said in a "really nigga" tone. My mom had a dumbfounded look on her face. Well ig maybe she didn't know which one I was talking about. "I knew that.", my mom said tryna play the shit off like she really did. She finally passed me my phone. "I'm finna pull over at that park.", I said. "Which one? The one with the blue slide or the one with the purple monkey bars?", my mom asked. In Oregon, we have too many gotdamn parks. I don't know why when half of the kids are teenagers (except me. yes nigga i still go to the park but only for the swings). "I'm talkin' about the one with the purple monkey bars.", I said. I pulled over and parked at the purple monkey bars park. I turned to my mom and I saw a confused look on her face. "What's wrong with you?", I asked. "This dusty homeless ass lil boy is standing by my window.", she said still frowning. I looked out her window and saw the lil nigga. Bruhhhh lol. She think this lil dweebing ass nigga a kid. That's just Carlos short ass. "Mom...that's not a homeless boy. It's just Carlos.", I said. My mom sighed and said "which Carlos you talking about?", she asked. Damn. I forgot we know three niggas named Carlos. We know a white (He's from Ireland ) Carlos who is real deal homeless. We got another one that's black but he's super tall...and fine asf. And last but not least we got the Carlos that nobody likes..... The Asian Carlos. It's not that he's asian that we don't like him (y'all niggas thought it was because of that...racist as readers lol). It's just that he talk too damn much. "The asian one.", i said. "Damn you should've went to the park with the blue slide.", my mom said while shaking her head. I rolled down the window and I stared at Carlos. He stared back at me. This nigga ran towards my car. My mom had her fingers on my car keys. She ready to leave lol. Carlos stopped running on my mom's side. He was panting so much the nigga started sound like a dog. When he got done, he got up. "Hello Mrs. Fang and hi....Zhen.", Carlos said. This short ass bitch here man. Oh I forgot to tell y'all that me and this Carlos got beef. This bitch said I was "cultural appropriating" Asian culture. He had me fucked up so I got up and cut his hair. His hair originally stopped at his ass until I cut it. Now he has this cute blunt cut hairstyle that I slick wanna try on myself. But anyways...yeah I cut that shit like paper and we got to jacking. One thing lead to another and we both ended up with 7 weeks of detention in the last 3 weeks of junior year🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾. Years passed by, and I still wanna whoop his ass on sight. "Mhm...hey...Carlos.", I said with an attitude. Carlos rolled his eyes at me. I was about start up the car but Mom took the keys so fucking fast. She knew damn well I wanted to run his lil ass over with my car. "Soooo....Mrs. Yvette, how have you been after all these years? And I heard you're single.", The lil bitch (I mean Carlos) said. The fact that he just straight up made up a rumor just so my mom can talk was an unworthy nigga move for him. "Baby no... I am not single. I am proudly married and happy. Who told you that lie?", my mom said. "Well a little birdie told..."Carlos said. His sentence got cut short because somebody throw a ball at him. "STOP THROWING THE FUCKING BALL AT ME!!! I AM NOT A KID ANYMORE!!!", Carlos yelled. My mom just pushed the window button and let the window come up. I stopped her and the window was halfway up. "Hey Carlos. I wanna show you something.", I said semi-yelling. Carlos turned around and said "Oh what is it? Will your hair be longer?", Carlos asked. Bitch my hair is longer than yo height so u can stfu with that bullshit. "Now I wanna show you this.", I said. I took the keys from my mom's hand and started up the car. "Hey mom, what's that station number again?, I asked. "It's 617-990-411. Why you wanna call now? We wasted our damn time talking to Carlos.", my mom said. She do gotta point but it wouldn't hurt to try though. "Come on Mom. You was the one that wanted to hear a song right?", I said while dialing the numbers. I had my phone on speaker and it rung three times until someone picked up. "Hello hello this is the Hip Hop N' Roll station, are you calling for the TRL?", the radioman asked. "Yeah I am.", I said. "Well I'm sorry but you're the 10th person who has called. You had to be the first 6 people to have a TRL.", the radionman said. Damn. I really fucked it up for mom. "But...if you answer this correctly, you can have your TRL. How does that sound?", the radioman said. Okay mr.radioman. Just ask me the question

and we can get it popping. "Sounds like a deal", I said. "Okay. Now the question is who sang this song?", he asked. He played the song low at first. I could barely hear shit. Then he turned it up. I felt like I heard this song before but Idk. My mom was listening to the sing too. She was bopping her head and was smiling. Do she know the song?  "Come on caller number 10, who sang this song?", the radioman asked again. "Mom, you know who sang this song?", I whispered to her. She nodded. "It's Tony! Toni! Toné!", she said. Who tf are they and why they all got the same name? "Ok. It's Tony! Toni! Toné! singing the song. ", I yelled on the phone. "Well caller number 10.....You are correct. It is Tony! Toni! Toné! singing their song called Slow Wine.", the radioman said.

Aww shit Yvette got it right. "Congratulations caller number 10, you get your own TRL!!!", he said. "But before you do that what's your name?", he asked. "It's Zhen Fang.", I said. "Alright, Zhen what song would like as your TRL?", he asked me. Hmmmm.....ik what song i can pick. "I would like Janet Jackson's Someone To Call My Lover to be my TRL.", I said. "Nice choice, Zhen. Well, today is truly a lovely day. The sun is shining, the wind is cool, and love is definitely showing today. We have a requested song by Zhen Fang. Zhen, here is your song that you requested which will be the song of the day. Thanks for listening to the Hip Hop N' Roll station on 103.3 and have a great day.", the radioman said. After that, I hung up and heard the song play on the radio. This finna be so damn funny. I pushes the window button and made Mom's window go down some more. "You still wanna see that thing i was talking about, Carlos?", I asked. "Fuck that. Is that Janet Jackson i hear?",he asked. He's a big Janet Jackson fan ever since he heard "What Have You Done For Me Lately". "I don't know why don't you come a little closer so you can hear it.", I said. "Alright.", Carlos said. Carlos was trying leaning his towards my car so he could listen but I pulled the window back up and drove off on his ass. That lil bitch eating dust now lol. I haven't realized how much of a horrible person I am when it comes to Carlos but shit it felt good lol. That's karma for that ass because he did the same shit when he was the only junior who had a permit and a car and was really driving. He drove off when he asked if I needed a ride home. I rode home by foot and with dust on my face that day but bitch not now lol. Karma is just a lovely bitch that just comes at the right time and I'm here for it lol.

Soooo you finally made to the end of this chapter. I think I tried too hard to be funny on this chapter. But I wanna give a shoutout to feeninoverjodeci for voting on a previous chapter. Make sure y'all try to comment or vote on my story. And remember that I love you all even though ion know y'all like that💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

P.S. I forgot to tell yall that jacking means fighting if y'all didn't know that.