"𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔"
𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑹 | 𝒔𝒂𝒗
NOVEMBER
Atlanta 📍
"Ant, we out this bitch!"
"Bye y'all! I'm finna close up ," Anthony told us on the way out.
It had been a couple weeks since we worked on my frame and me and Jia had started to become friends. Now we were going to my place to chill with my friends. She had invited Destiny too. It was really to celebrate me getting a few works put up in the gallery, but they didn't know that.
After her following me to my place, I guided her up to up apartment and we waited for them all to arrive. We were sat on opposite couches and talking about some random ass things.
"Did all them tattoos hurt? I got a small one of my waist and it hurt so bad when I got it," She asked me.
"I mean, they hurt at first but after a while I got used to them. What the one on your waist say?"
"It's something my mom told me before that stuck with me. 'My gifts are for you to use.' I'm not as caring as a person as she is but I'm trying to be." She admitted.
"That's cool as hell. A lot of mine are things that I drew myself." I leaned back in his chair and adjusted myself in it.
But before we could continue, the door busted open.
"This is a raid! Get on the ground nigger!" Messy's dumbass came into the room.
"Messy, nigga, you play too much," I laughed.
"Forget you, what's your name lil mama?" Unorganized said.
"Majia, nice to meet you," Majia tried to be nice.
"Messy." He sat down beside me, "and that bright ass nigga's name is Rashawn."
"Man, shut the fuck up. Niggas teeth are bright-yellow, so you bright too then," He responded causing me to laugh.
Messy just ignored him and continued with Gee.
"You too pretty to be hanging around Sav," he joked. "Come chill with Messy sometime." He tried to pick her up.
The more I got to know Jia, the more I realized that was kind of closed off, but she was really open about certain things. She was usually more open about her sexuality and artistic ability than her emotions and personal life.
"What Messy got to offer me?" She challenged.
"Dick." This nigga right here.
Jia just laughed, "I'll think about it."
There was a knock at the door and I assumed it was her friend Destiny. I opened the door and was met with a brown skin girl that had long blonde hair and some hoop earrings.
"Wassup? I'm Des," She dapped me up.
"Hey, nice to meet you," I moved out the way and let her into the living room.
"Baeeee!" I heard Majia say.
"Hey Gigi," Destiny hugged her and sat down.
"Gah damn! Another? What we got planned tonight?" Messy said.
"Relax my nigga." I sat back down and got my shit out to start rolling this blunt.
"Messy, you a desperate ass nigga. My fault, he fighting with his baby mother." Rashawn looked up from his phone.
"Nah, she fighting wit me."
"What it about? You not paying child support sir?" Destiny asked him.
"Sum like that."
At that point, I had lit my blunt and ignored them for a bit. I just wanted to smoke and chill. When we got high I liked to think and sometimes even draw, but I didn't expect Messy to be so damn Messy.
My phone buzzed and I lifted it up to see it was my ex, Arianna. What she want? Some penis?
Arianna🥵: imy, come over tmr 👀👀
I texted her back, of course.
I'm there tmr night then bet
Arianna was my on and off ex. She was a good fuck but the bitch was crazy toxic and I was never the type to put up with that shit.
When I looked back up, they were all arguing about whether Beyoncé or Rihanna was better. They were arguing like niggas didn't know Rihanna was the answer.
"Yo, have you seen Rihanna forehead?! The bitch got
a snow globe on top of her head!" Shawn shouted.
"That don't mean nothing! She still better then Beyoncé! And Beyoncé be acting like a damn robot! She mad scary!" Jia got into it with the blunt in her hand.
"Shawn, they do be saying she in the illumination and shit." Messy thought about it.
"Nigga, it's the illuminati." Destiny giggled.
My attention averted to some things I was working on. I thought back to the vase I had made.Something about it reminded me of my pops. Maybe it was how bold it looked or how difficult it was to make, but I needed to get rid of it. I didn't want to think about my deceased dad every time I looked at it.
I got up. "Jia, come with me right quick."
She followed him into my room as the rest of them continued talk in the tight living room.
"Ight, first- I'm sorry for Messy. I ain't know he was gonna act like that." I said genuinely.
"Nah, it's cool. It's not your fault." She didn't seem to care much.
"Okay, and how much you think I could sell this for?" I was a little embarrassed as I took out a clay vase that was painted in black and white. "I know we're not at work but I'm having a hard time with the range of prices." I put up my hair.
"Sav, it's fine. Stop being so apologetic. I like talking about the gallery more than anything," She gave me a smile and grabbed the vase carefully, "Uhhh, I'd sell it for $900 at least. It's tall, made on the pottery wheel, and it was painted precisely."
"You don't think that's too much to ask of someone?"
"No, of course not. You put a lot of work into this and it needs to be appreciated. The people that buy stuff from us know the price range already anyways."
"Ight, thanks. Preciate that."
Walking back into the living room, Destiny was telling them some story about how she fell off of a balcony or something.
"Wait a damn minute- I know you not in here telling those people that I pushed you." Jia went back to her spot.
"Bitch- You did! Your cross faded ass pushed me off that balcony in Miami!"
"First of all," Jia looked at all of us to make it clear, "this girl was the drunk one that insisted that she jump of the balcony for an insta photo."
"You a lie! I never even said that!"Destiny shook her head.
"Ima ask my brother for the video cause you in here fronting," Jia told her.
The rest of the night flowed more naturally and J was glad that my friends were starting to click.
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A couple days passed and I couldn't stop thinking about my father. I couldn't figure out what it was, but I kept thinking about his death. I remembered that the last thing we talked about was me wanting to become an artist and he was happy for me. He wanted different for Savior Junior.
Minutes after that conversation somebody knocked on the door. My pops went outside to answer it. My brother, mom and I began to hear loud arguing and then, finally, a gun shot. I remember freezing. At 17, I thought I was a hard ass nigga. I thought I was a hood nigga that no one and nothing could get to, but I was quickly humbled when I saw my dad's body on the rug of the apartment complex.
I decided that today I wanted to get a tattoo, but I couldn't be alone. Depression could creep back into
me if I spent today alone. So, I called Jia to come and sit with me.
She met me at my car and we drove to the shop. I drew up what I was getting on my free time.
"What you getting Sav?" She was unusually happy.
"I drew up a paint brush," She didn't need to know that it said 'I do it for my Senior' inside.
"Ooohh, that's gonna be so fireee. Where you getting it?" She asked still all cheery.
"This empty spot on my arm. Why you so happy today? What you got going on?" I was interested.
"I fucked Messy this morning," She looked accomplished.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't having a problem with her fucking my friend. It was just weird.
"Messy? As in messy Messy?" I took a left turn.
"Yes, that Messy. We was just fucking around so I was like 'why not.'" She shrugged.
"Oh, ight. Just don't put me in the middle of shit if y'all start fighting. I'm a certified pacifist." I told her.
Majia looked at her big coily afro in the car mirror. It was fitting. "I would never. I don't even like him enough to."
We arrived at our destination and my usual artist, Ryan, came out to bring us into the back.
"What you got for me today, bro?" He ran a hand through his blonde hair.
I passed him the picture and he made a stencil out of it right away. Jia sat down in the chair beside as Ryan prepped my arm.
"Ion wanna hear no screaming and shit. You said they don't hurt." She played.
"Bet. I wasn't going to. If I scream or anything I owe you three of my paints and vice versa," I said closing my eyes because the needle hit my skin.
"Oh shit. Actually, fine, bet." I opened my eyes to her nodding her head.
When I was finished, what I saw in the mirror made me feel empowered. I wished that my pops could see this.
"Thanks man. This shit dope," I told Ryan as I paid him.
"Anytime Sav." We ended it there.
Me and Gee got back into my car to get back to work.
"You ain't here me scream right? I want the emerald that you just bought, that deep blue and the orange one." I knew which ones I was making her give me.
"I should've never even agreed, bruh." Jia sighed.
"Tough."
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