**** Desiree and Candace Aug's real back up dancers****
JAZMINE P.O.V.
"I'm just not going to say anything." DJ zipped his lips shut with his hands.
Everyone else was at rehearsal while DJ and I chilled in my hotel room. It was incredibly tiring going through the events of last night, then hopping on a plane to Dublin, Ireland.
"Say what you want to say."
"No because if I do, somebody's feelings are going to be hurt. And I promised myself for Lent I was giving up being negative so... from now on if I don't have anything nice to say, I won't say it all." He laid back on the bed and looked through his phone.
I took his phone. "Tell me what's been bothering you all day? You mad because I sat next to him on the plane?"
"Girl please. Me and Candace was sleep the whole flight, we weren't thinking about you."
"So what is it then?"
"You really are clueless aren't you?"
My phone began to vibrate. It was a text from Aug.
Aug: do they make Irish spring soap here?
Me: 😒
Aug: look on the box in my luggage.Me and t debating.
Me: shouldn't you be rehearsing?
Aug: go do what I asked you
Me: ☝️who you talking to
Aug: u.
DJ sighed really loud.
"He just asked me do they make Irish spring soap here. Isn't that so stupid." I laughed looking in his luggage. I pulled out a bar to examine the box. He literally had 60 bars. It was the only type of soap he used. Which I loved because to smell him after a shower was heaven.
"So stupid." DJ gave a fake laugh. "He's a modern day Katt Not Williams."
"Katt Not Williams?"
"Meaning the nigga ain't funny."
"Okay DJ what the hell is wrong?"
I sat on the floor up against Aug's luggage., giving him my full attention.
"Both of you are going to be the death of me I swear. Y'all act just alike if you think about it."
"Don't ever compare me to that hoodrat."
"Y'all both are big ass spoiled man babies."
"Whatever. I'mma just go to my little room before massa gets home." He got up.
"Massa? What's that supposed to mean?"
My phone began to vibrate indicating I had a message from Aug, but I was focused on DJ.
"Oh nothing. Enjoy your night." He gave a bright fake smile.
"DJ can you stop being petty please. Grow up."
"Excuse me? I'm petty? I'm petty? We get stranded on the side of the road, hell we could've been dead. The nigga you sleep next to didn't give a fuck about you or your safety.
And all of sudden bitch you got amnesia. All on the flight kissing" he mimicked kissing sounds.
"And now you up here laughing with his trifling ass over Irish spring soap? No bitch you petty, childish and weak. And you grow the fuck up. Cause if it's one thing I'm not is fake like you acting right now. So before you call me anything look in the damn mirror." He walked out and slammed the door.
I can never win. It's like when I'm good with Aug, me and DJ have a problem. And then when I'm good with DJ, things with me and Aug seem to go south.
My phone started ringing indicating Aug was calling me.
"Did you look at the box?" Aug was on FaceTime, T looking over his shoulder.
"Yes."
"Tell this nigga it's called Irish Spring cause it's made in Ireland." Aug said just knowing he was going to be right.
"Actually bum it's made by the Colgate company and their headquarters is in New York. Sorry babe." I shrugged.
"Pay up nigga!" T stood up behind him.
"You only knew that cause you googled the answer. You cheated. I ain't giving you shit." He looked back at T.
They started playfully going back and forth.
I shook my head laughing at them.
"We bout to be on our way back." Aug told me.
"Aight."
We hung up. I stood up and looked out the window. There was a playground connected to the hotel with swings and slides. I don't know why, but I just felt like going down there and clearing my head.
I went downstairs and outside to the playground area. I sat on a swing and started swinging back and forth. Taking in the Dublin night sky. And country fresh air.
"I thought that was you back here."
I turned around to see Can and Des walking toward me.
"Where's DJ?" Can asked.
"In his room."
They got on a swing on both sides of me.
"Y'all just got back?"
"Yup. Aug had a meeting with Usher tho, about the last couple of dates."
"Oh..." I simply said.
"I feel like a little ass kid." Des said kicking her legs to swing high.
"What's wrong Jazz you seem down. I thought you and Aug worked it out."
"We did. But DJ's mad at me." I sighed rubbing my head like I had a headache.
"Why?" Des put her feet in the gravel to slow down her swinging.
Des and Can had really became close with me on the tour and I trusted them enough to be open about things.
"He thinks I forgave Aug too easily."
"It was a misunderstanding. Nothing to hold a grudge over." Can said.
"True." Desiree added.
"I never told DJ this, but the day my fiancé got shot, he kept calling me. I sent it to voicemail. I was being stubborn with him that whole entire week. And it was all because I felt some type away about him not putting gas in my car after he drove it all out. I confronted him about it and he said some really harsh things. So I was like okay.
He apologized and I wasn't trying to hear it. I was going to make him work for my attention back. Even though he sincerely apologized and even left me the money to fill it up.
But I refused to cave in too easily. And as a result, I never got the chance to accept his apology over something as stupid as gas. Because I chose to be stubborn and play games.
So call me stupid, weak, whatever. But if it's not something major like cheating or something, I'm not going to let petty arguments linger. What's the point? Nobody wins. Over little things I'm going to forgive and move on. He said he was sorry. It was a mis- communication I'm going to let it be. Whose to say Ill see him tomorrow or vice versa?"
Candace was crying.
"Can why you crying?" I smiled as she wiped her eyes.
"I swear you and Aug my relationship goals Jazz. Where my Aug at lawd! Send em Jesus!!!!" She lifted her hands to the sky.
"Desiree over there talking to Era now, and me and DJ just floating. Maybe we should host a URX tour bingo night, I might meet somebody"
"Oh gawd shut up." I laughed. "Desiree you talking to Era?"
"We're just friends now. We'll see." She blushed.
"DJ E Bruh!!!!" I shouted mocking Aug. He always yells that for some reason, like he did on his breakfast club interview.
We all laughed.
"Why is y'all niggas back here on swings?" Aug, D, Big T and Era came back there.
"Please don't bring that out here Aug."
I looked at the blunt in his hand. I really hated weed with a passion. Some chicks think it's hot, but to me it wasn't. And that was one of my only pet peeves with August.
He blew out smoke.
"Stop being a prude bum." He came in front of me and kissed my forehead.
"No. Put that out babe. The babies be out here."
"Ain't no kids out here Jazz." He scrunched up his face annoyed.
I gave him a look. He rolled his eyes and put it out.
I turned my attention to T who had Candace pushing his huge self on a swing.
"Grown ass man on a gotdamn swing. Baby push me." Aug said tapping my leg to get up."
"How you gon talk about T and the ask me to push you?"
"would you just do it?" He sat down in the swing and grabbed both the sides ready.
I pushed him.
Desiree was pushing Era.
"I'm taking a picture of this shit and putting it on Instagram." D got out his phone. Aug, T and Era jumped off the swing and ran so there wouldn't be proof of them on a swing.
We all stood shaking our heads. The tour was going to be ending soon and I was sad to see these silly moments go.
*le sigh* 😢