“You got it, Mama. Just know if that nigga gets you caught up in some bullshit, I’m beating his old ass... pops or not,” I warned.
“Trust me, son. It’s not what you think it is...trust your mama and watch your mouth.” She popped me in my mouth when she finished talking.
“Yeah, it’s time for me to go because you done start abusing me,” I joked.
I kissed my mama just as my pops came back up front in fresh clothes.
“You leaving, son?” he asked.
“Yeah, I got some shit to do. I’m hit you up later though because we need to talk.” I looked him dead in the eyes, so he knew I wasn’t playing.
“Titan,” Mama called my name.
“It’s cool, Ai (Eye). Just hit me up, son.” He patted my back, and I mushed my sister on the way out.
When I left, I was in my feelings a little bit because I wanted better for my mama, but clearly it was some shit going on that I didn’t know anything about. I would chill for now, but as soon as I found out some foul shit, I was beating his ass, and I put that on his soul.
***
It was a little after eight when I made it to Tink’s spot. I was giving her time to get home and settled. When I knocked on the door, she opened it with them little ass shorts on with an oversized t-shirt that hung off her shoulders and cut to make it a crop top.
“I’m starting to think you like teasing me,” I joked as I walked.
She shut the door and went back to the counter where she was dicing up different color bell peppers.
“You cooking because you knew I was coming by?” I asked as I took a seat at the island.
“I’m cooking because I’m hungry,” she countered with her smart-ass mouth.
“You got a fly ass mouth... you know that?” I stated.
“What was so important that you had to come over and talk about face-to-face?” She deflected.
I shook my head as I laughed at her petty ass.
“I got this charity event coming up and I need a date. Being as though you’re my girl and all, it’s only right that you go with me.” She stopped cutting and brought her eyes to mine.
“A charity event?” She repeated.
“Yeah, Tink. A charity event,” I answered. “I forgot about the shit until Lani reminded me,” I responded honestly.
“Okay. I guess that’s a requirement.” She shrugged.
“You’on have to go if you’on want to. It’ll be okay. I can handle them muthafuckas.”
She was moving around the kitchen comfortably, like us having a conversation about shit like this was our normal routine.
“I’m okay with going. When is it?” She quizzed as she added the peppers in to skillet.
“What you cooking?”
“When is the event?” She asked again.
Simpering, I responded. “Next Friday. Now, what you cooking?”
She didn’t respond right away, and I couldn’t see the look on her face because her back was still turned to me. When she turned around, she had a strained look on her face.
“Next Friday?” She uttered. “As in the Friday after this one?” She pointed her finger like Friday was in the room with us.
