Picture Perfect

14

June 8th, 2020
3pm

Roddy Ricch
"Yo, wassup?" I answered the FaceTime call from DaBaby.

"What up nigga, you free right now?"

"Yeah, I'm just at the crib wit it, wassup?" I asked walking around my house.

I grabbed a Body Armour from the fridge as I passed through the kitchen to the back patio. This my third one this morning, these shits be good as fuck.

I had just rolled me a nice fat ass blunt and I wanted to smoke that shit by the pool for some reason.

I kicked my feet when I sat down.

"That boy big chillin', ainn it?" DaBaby laughed.

"Yeah, man you know I'm tryna get right." I said sticking the blunt between my lips. I covered the tip from the wind while I lit it with the lighter.

"You already know how I'm rollin'," baby said showcasing a bag of weed and I chuckled shaking my head.

I puffed a few times before actually inhaling. I wasn't tryna smoke all that leaf at the end. I rested my hand with my phone in it on my stomach which I held the blunt with the other.

"Aight," he stashed the weed away, "Let's talk business," he said and I nodded so he knew I was listening.

"Aight, so I just got off the phone with my people, and we tryna shoot Rockstar this weekend, you down? It's gon' be in Charlotte."

"Yeah, yeah. I can meet y'all out there, what days we shooting?"

"Friday-Sunday. I'm already here. My team getting here Thursday, since I'm already out here. Ima get my folks in contact with yours and we gon go from there."

"Aight, say less, I'll fly out Thursday morning grab a room and shit, then see you Friday?"I asked.

"Nah," he chuckled, "You can come kick it at my crib bro. Meme and Serinty our here with me right now so you can bring Tris and Milo with you."

"Shit, word? That'd be dope, I'll definitely let em know if she ain't gon nothing going on."

"Aight bet, Reel Goats finna spazz on this shit." He said.

"Aight, bro, we'll talk."

"Bet that."

I hung up and started to put my phone down but then thought about going ahead and calling Tristen to ask her about this weekend.

As usual, she picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, Rodrick," she said gloomily.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" I asked sitting up.

I could tell she was laying down in the bed. The TV's glow reflected on her face.

"Mother Nature." She said finally.

"Damn, my bad you feel bad," I said, "you want me to bring you anything? Ginger ale, Tylenol, favorite snacks anything?" I asked her.

"Well... I do love me some sour patch kids.." she said, "But only if you planned on coming out, not just because of me."

"Of course ima come help you out if you need it Tris. What else you need?"

"Well I'm good on meds, I just took a pain PM."

"Really Tris? At three in the afternoon?" I said.

"Don't judge me," She said.

I shook my head, "Aight, I'll be there in a lil bit, lemme finish up here." I said.