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Chapter 212

Two days later

Alex

I gasped sitting up in the bed. Aye shit. I totally forgot to fucking talk to Cammie's ass days ago. Damn. I'm slipping on my game. As I'm getting out of bed I feel resistance. I turn around looking behind me. The cover was wrapped around my waist because I took my feet out first. Jamaal's stupid ass was holding the cover around my waist preventing me from getting all the way out of bed.

"You wake up in the middle of the night and grab your phone? You going to make a phone call? Or you suddenly have to urge to shit?"

"Oh my gosh." I slap his hand off of the cover and get up. "You got fucking problems."

He doesn't change his demeanor. "You think I'm playing?"

"Boy, chill the fuck out." I say sitting on the bed. "I can't believe you fucking serious."

"Hello?"

I slap Jamaal's hand away from me. "Hey, Boo. I forgot to fucking talk to you days ago."

"You better be glad my baby don't know we changed time zones."

"Good you were woke. So the other day I heard some shit. I meant to let you know."

She sighs. "I'm going through some shit right now. I don't want to hear no shit about Trey. Warning."

I chuckle. "Well good then bae, cause this shit about you."

"Say what?"

"Yeah, this blog page was started about you and August Alsina. It's pretty petty but anyway. It's like a if you see these two together let us know type shit. They got people talking about how they used to see yall partying together and now there's this song."

She sucks her teeth. "That's why that bitch took it upon himself to fucking tell me about a fucking song? Oh my gosh. I'm..."

The baby starts crying really loud. I couldn't hear shit she was saying anymore. It sounded like she was still talking. I wait for the baby to stop crying. When he does it gets completely quiet. She must not have been talking to me.

"I'm about to call this motherfucker right now."

"Who?"

She sucks her teeth. "Can you get Caden?"

I think it's April. "You know I've been waiting."

"August."

"Why you calling August?"

"Cause he needs to fix this shit. No wonder Trey acting all salty and shit."

I suck my teeth. "You can't leave a nosey ass bitch in the dark. I wanna hear this conversation."

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds.

"Damn, Bae, do you know what time it is?" August grunts.

"Oh shit." I whisper turning to Jamaal. I put the phone on speaker.

Cammie was livid. "Why the fuck do I care? Where are you?"

"Umm... in my fucking house. Do I supposed to be somewhere else? Why you calling me all mad and shit?"

"Cause your bullshit got people thinking I'm having a fucking affair with your ass."

He exhales. "Yeah, I know."

"Fuck you August." She spats.

"I ain't did the shit on purpose, Love. I told you the other day I'm better than that. I'm not gonna ruin your shit cause you don't want to be with me."

"Well fucking prove it then."

He clears his throat. "How? How can I make you happy?"

I look at Jamaal. Oh shit. This nigga acting like he in love with her ass. What the hell? Maybe they did once have something but clearly they don't have shit now. Cammie wasn't having it. I nod my head. That's it cousin. Work your fucking magic.

"Trey is in Miami."

"You want me to fucking go to Miami? He not even in Miami. He is in LA."

"What?"

August sighs. "I'll go talk to him."

"He is in LA?"

"He was flying to LA... hold on." We wait very impatiently for a few seconds. "Oh my bad. He in Atlanta. Aight."

Cammie doesn't say nothing. "Whatever. I stopped caring where he was a few seconds ago. You know where the fuck he at."

"Aight, Cammie."

"Hang up." She snaps.

The line goes silent. "Thanks for calling me."

"Bae, you already know I will. I hate I didn't call earlier. So Trey bouncing around the country and y'all not talking?"

"I can't fucking believe it's over some simple shit like this. A fucking song about me turning him down. There's no fucking way."

I frown. "You turning him down? Not the one about the girl having a side dude?"

She laughs. "Come on. If I fucking cheat on Trey it would not be with someone who couldn't keep their mouth to themselves. That's the problem now. Niggas like that would make me their fucking trophy. I hit it too. Hell no. If this fucking marriage don't work I'm dating far out of the celebrity circle. Fuck that. Cheat on him with a damn social worker or brick Mason."

"You so stupid."

"Here get your baby." April snaps.

Cammie laughs. "He not even crying."

"Cause I said fine here go Mommy. Smart little ass stopped crying and turned his head around the room."

"Awh, little guy."

"I'm going to go." I say.

She sighs. "Alright. I'll let your nosey ass know what happens."

"Thank you, Boo."

"Ain't that some bullshit?" Jamaal retorts. "About to ruin a marriage for what?"

"Ego." I say pushing him away from me.

A few hours later

Trey

I peek out into the hall. It's fucking August. That's the last fucking person I want to fucking talk to right now. He holds up a bag to the peephole. I chuckle. Winning me over with food? He must have took my fucking order from the delivery guy. I open the door.

"I knew you would open it for your fucking food." He says walking in.

"Trey!" Fabuolous says walking in with him.

Smart man brought fucking backup. I dap Fab up.

"Fuck yall doing here?"

"Ran into my man, Aug. He said he was coming to holla at you. Figured I would intrude as well. Heard you punched oh boy." Fab says making himself comfortable on the couch.

August puts the food down then looks from me to Fab. "Who?"

"Brown." Fab says looking in the bag.

"Bruh." I snap snatching the bag.

August sits down. "Shit, I need to start talking to niggas more. What the fuck for?"

Fab chuckles. "Cause he pissy ass petty Trey."

"Fuck you." I say.

"Well, aye, I wanted to clear these fucking rumors and shit. Figured it was time to put an end to the bullshit."

Fab turns to him. "Rumors?"

Fucking rumors. Nigga who the fuck sent you here? Ain't no fucking way you gonna come to my fucking hotel room to talk about shit that has been going on for weeks. You could have fucking came to me days ago bitch. Fuck him. I'm back to acting like this shit don't fucking faze me. I shrug one shoulder.

"I'm in a shitty mood. Entertain me." I say.

"Yeah, some superfan want to paint a picture that me and Cammie had a relationship. Still got one. I don't see how a song about getting rejected means we fucking."

Fab looks at me then August. "Trey Cammie?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck out of here bruh." Fab shrugs. "Ain't even no point bringing shit like that up. Nigga ain't bout to believe in no fucking rumors like that."

"Exactly." I say.

August shrugs. "I just wanted to make sure ain't no shit between us. I wouldn't break your family up like that bruh. Not over no damn rumor either."

I guess we all just shrugging it off. I shrug again. "Yeah. So how the fuck you knew where I was?"

"Forrest."

"Aye, where my nigga at? He here?"

I shake my head. "I don't fucking know."

Fab stares at me. Nigga probably reading right through my bullshit. "So what got you on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Shit really."

"Aye, since you depressed let me get that food." August says reaching.

I pull the bag back. "For real though. My son losing weight and they don't know why. I'm not there. Don't really want to go deal with it. You know just don't want to hear bad news."

Fab nods. "Damn, Caden?"

"Hell yeah."

"Well you don't need my shit." August says standing up. "I'm out. I got to head to fucking Cali."

"LA?" Fab asks.

August shakes his head. "Naw, fucking Sacramento."

Fab nods. "I got to fucking be in Vegas tomorrow. I'm fucking stalling."

"Vegas sounds fun." I say.

"Aye, let's go then bruh." Fab says reaching across the table. "Old times sake."

"Fuck yeah." I say dapping him up.

Chris

I look at the phone before answering. Didn't fucking want to answer the shit for Trey. It's Cammie though. I answer it. Haven't talked to her in a few days.

"You." I say.

"Why did you and Trey fight?" She asks.

I roll my eyes. "If I knew you called to talk about that bitch I wouldn't have answered."

"Y'all are on some other shit."

"Aye, that's your man."

She sucks her teeth. "It's you too. I'm just worried about him Chris. You aren't? It seems like he is falling out with everyone one by one. April, Forrest, fucking Buggzi."

"What he do to Buggzi?"

"Doesn't want him around. Spazzed out on him."

"So what do you want me to do? I feel like you want me to do some shit."

She exhales. "Christopher, I want someone else to fucking worrying about my fucking husband's mental wellbeing right now. He pushed me and everybody else away. He not calling to check on his kids. You know that's not him Chris. I would go pop up in whatever city he in but I'm trying to figure out why my child is losing weight."

I sigh. Damn. "Yeah, I heard about that."

"Chris, I need you to care for me. Would you do that?"

I tilt my head to the side. This fucking shit fucking gets to me man. Once again I have to go to this nigga and pet his ass up. I hate this bullshit. This bitch fucking hit me for talking shit that I always talk. But I have to think about his kids.

"I can try."

"I think that he is going to Vegas with Fab."

I look at the time. "And how you know this?"

"I'm a woman. My fucking detective skills. He posted a picture... Fab posted a picture. He was in the bathroom of the hotel that Trey likes to stay in when he's in Chicago alone. Predictable. Don’t know why they in Chicago. Anyway then Fab was tagged in a party flyer that Trey liked. Club in Vegas tomorrow night."

"Damn, woman."

She chuckles. "Anyway, Chris. Thank you."

I inhale. "Yeah. How you know I don't got shit to do?"

"My mistress already let me know." She chuckles. "Thank you, bye."

"Yeah."

I go to Fab's Instagram. Sure enough everything she said was there. I look at the flyer. It said that it was a two day event. I'll go on the fucking second day. I don't feel like dealing with Trey's shit right now.

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builder051 · 6 years

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L finally writes an intro fic for his new characters

It’s been too long, I know. Find character info and sketches here.

But for a quick refresher, Kris is H and P’s midwife, Khalil is her twin brother (and a nurse), and Jamie is their friend (and Khalil’s crush) who is a youth pastor. They’re part of the Bostonians group along with Hildur and Pierce. Their sub-group tag is #supertwins plus one.

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“Aight.” Khalil pulls the car up to the curb in front of the large Victorian-style house. He looks over at Jamie. “This really where you live?”

“Yeah…” Jamie trails off with a giggle. “Me and six roommates.”

“Whoa, girl.” Khalil joins in the laughter. “I wouldn’t wanna be you.”

“Neither would I, sometimes.” Jamie opens the passenger door. “But it keeps the rent low. And that’s a blessing.”

“True, true,” Khalil says.

“Bye, J,” Kris says from the back seat. She reaches up to squeeze Jamie’s shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks for inviting me.” She beams at Kris. “I didn’t mean to crash your family time.”

“Naw, you didn’t.” Khalil shakes his head. He likes time with Jamie. He’s positive Kris knows that, and that’s probably why she invited her friend along for dinner.

“I know back-to-school’s stressful,” Kris says. “We should do this more often.”

“If there’s ever another night we all have off, let me know,” Jamie laughs. “Well, see you guys. Thanks again.” She starts to get out of the car.

“Bye,” Khalil calls.

Kris kicks the back of his seat. “Hey,” she hisses. “Go walk her up.”

“Naw, she’s already out,” Khalil mutters back as Jamie shuts the door.

“Go, K. Be a gentleman.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Nervousness swoops in Khalil’s stomach. He takes a deep breath and turns off the car. He opens his door, and Jamie turns around when she hears the sound. She’s already halfway up the walkway to the house. Khalil feels stupid as he hustles to catch up with her.

“Hey, J,” he says quietly. “I’ll walk you up. Gotta look out for you, you know?” The feeling of inadequacy increases as he comes up beside her. In her chunky sandals, Jamie’s at least four inches taller.

“It’s a safe neighborhood,” Jamie says. “But I appreciate it. It’s nice.”

“Hm.” Khalil tries to think of something else to say. His palms sweat, and he feels almost dizzy. He wants to grab Jamie’s hand, but she’d probably be disgusted.

“Well,” Jamie says as they approach her front door. “I had a really good time. We’ll definitely have to do it again. Whenever you’re free.”

She says you. Not you guys or some other obvious plural. Khalil wonders if he’s reading too much into it. He smiles, and feels his stomach jump into his throat. “Yeah,” he says. “I’ll let you know.”

“Great.” Jamie smiles warmly. “Well.” She opens her arms wide and steps toward Khalil. “Good night.”

Khalil forces himself to take a breath as he hugs her. He feels lightheaded.

She’s just a girl, he tells himself. Just a nice girl. Calm the fuck down.

“Good night,” he murmurs.

Khalil drops his arms as soon as Jamie starts to pull away. She fits her key into the lock and eases the front door open. “Just in case the others are asleep,” she explains in a whisper. Then, “Bye, Khalil.”

Khalil wants to say goodbye again, but when he opens his mouth, he knows words aren’t going to be what comes out. He tastes dinner mixed with acid burst up into his throat. He swallows convulsively and takes a hurried step backward. He almost falls off the step, and the jolt is enough of a distraction to steal his self-control.

It’s all Khalil can do to turn his back to Jamie as he vomits a thick stream of partially digested food into the dirt and shrubs beside the front door.

“Oh goodness.” Jamie drops her keys with a clatter and grabs Khalil’s shoulders to steady him.

Khalil tries to push her away. “I’m ok,” he chokes. “I just—” He retches again.

“Ok. Take it easy.” Jamie keeps her hands on him until he breaks off panting and spits to clear his mouth.

“Fuck,” Khalil mutters. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t worry about it.” Jamie says. “Here, come inside and I’ll get you something to drink.”

“No, no,” Khalil rebuts her. “I gotta go. I should go home.” He sways on his feet as he speaks.

“You probably shouldn’t drive right away,” Jamie says. “Come in for a minute.”

“If your roommates are asleep—” Khalil stifles a queasy burp.

“They’ll get over it.” Jamie pats him on the back. “Come on.”

“I…” Khalil waffles. His cheeks burn with embarrassment, but a fresh wave of dizziness makes his head spin. He looks toward his car, and his heart sinks when he sees Kris jogging up the path. The last thing he needs is his sister fussing over him too.

“There’s no fighting her,” Jamie says with her melodic laugh.

“God, I know.” Khalil wipes his mouth on his sleeve.

“Somebody’s got to make sure you’re ok.” Jamie puts her arm around Khalil’s shoulders and ushers him inside. “Otherwise, who’s gonna drive us next time we go out?”

#my ocs #supertwins plus one #kris tyler #khalil tyler #jamie merriweather #bostonians #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #hurt/comfort

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