"Wassup with you and Kylie?" I asked simply because I don't like beating around the bush.

"Nothing. That's past tense right?" He said looking at me weird.

"Yeah. Is it?" I said with a sarcastic laugh.

"No. I didn't fuck her raw if that's what you thinking." He said sliding his phone in his pocket.

"I was actually. Wassup with you and the studio?" I asked changing the subject.

"Somebody I know is a producer and he's tryna get me to rap and shit." He said taking his hat off.

"You write?" I asked with a raised brow drinking juice.

"I use to. I'm too busy for shit like that now." He said getting up going into the refrigerator pulling out a water bottle.

"Can you freestyle?" I asked jumping on the counter.

He looked at me. "Don't lie." I said laughing.

"I might." He said laughing. "I don't have time for that."

"You have time now. Write something." I said jumping down from the counter going into the drawer to get my grocery shopping notepad and a pen.

I slide the notepad and pen across the island. He looked at me like I was crazy.

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