Fallin 4 u

51.

Donald Earle Degrate Jr-1995
California, Los Angeles, America

Fuck this shit!
Fuck this loyalty shit man!

I give them my all, the time of day and this is how I'm paid. Everyone left my ass hanging for Def Jam. Really...Def Jam? Well none of them really had talent expect for a few like Timbaland, Ginuwine, Missy, Dream and Tweet. All the others that were signed to me, can suck my dick.

Just as I was going to sink myself into deep thoughts by drugging myself to become relaxed, I heard a loud knock on my door.

'Damn who the fuck is-?!'I asked opening the door mad, realising it was Justine

She looked cute in what she was wearing. Her hair was in its natural state, big and curly. Her sunglasses were on top of her head but damn it was nearly hard to to find it as he hair was hiding it. She wore a blue crop top that had Peach on it. She wore high waisted shorts that complemented her thick thighs and ass. She had on white air forces on.

And because of my rude ignorant ass, I wiped the smile of her face. She looked like she was going to cuss me out badly.

'Yo' ass better fix up if you think coming to me with your stank ass attitude' she said 'fix your tone or I'll fix it for you'

'Look I'm sorry some shit just happened and I'm trying to recover from it' I explained

'No reason for your ass to put all your anger out on little ol' me' she said

'Damn your sooo fine when you're mad' I complimented

'Boy I can give you the best brain in the world and still be salty with you at the end of the day' she went on which made my dick jump a little 'ain't no little slick compliment you said gonna make me change my mind'

'At least I still get my dick sucked' I smart mouthed

'Boy move' she laughed

'Damn imma screw her tonight' I murmured to myself as I watched her from behind

She placed the stuff that she bought on the counter. It looked like she was going to make dinner but I thought it was early for that, plus I wasn't hungry.

'Boy you've got some serious bipolar' she joked placing the food on the counter

'Bipolar where?' I asked confused

'You were just mad a minute ago and five seconds afterwards, you were smiling as hell' she pointed out

'And your point is?' I asked

'Boy don't give me no attitude'

'You act like my mama' I joked

'Well that means I'm a loving and kind person then?' She assumed

'You....nice....you must've fooled me' I laughed

'Hmm...well you sure tell me I'm nice when I've got you in bed'

Damn!

'Can't argue with that'

'That's what I thought' she laughed 'anyways...what shit did you say you were recovering from?'

'I'm happy at the moment Justine' I lied when I knew deep down I was still hurt

'Baby I can tell when your hurt' she said giving me puppy eyes

'Please...just not now' I begged

'What happened to us telling each other everything?' She wondered

'Awh for fuck sake' I whispered to myself

'What did you say?' She Shot back quickly making me jump a little

'It ain't a big deal but okay' I said

She walked over to me with chips in her hand. She sat down on the counter and pulled me closer to her, pulling me to stand between her legs.

'Baby, you know when you have people that you helped from a long time and you've taken them in as they were your own' she nodded 'well my record label, didn't go to plan'

'What you mean?' She looked deep into my eyes

'They left'

'Left as in left you?' She asked

I swear this girl is so slow at the moment. She know who I'm talking about but no she wanna play dumb.

'Yeah...Ginuwine, Missy, Timbaland, Tweet...all of them'

'Damn....and you wrote all their songs and shit and they leave you like that' she said

Damn if she knew the whole reason why they left, she wouldn't be feeling pity for me right now.

'Who they leave for?' She asked realising that somehow, some way she was going to find out as her sister is going to the same record label as her

'Def Jam...same one as you'

'Ohhhh....' She said 'damn man I feel bad for you at the moment...but don't worry they are missing out on a good Producer and writer'

'Awh thanks but there are probably better producers than me out there' I said feeling as everything seemed to be failing for me

'Boy don't be saying that' she said 'all the songs you wrote for Jodeci, me, Sista, Dream...all those hit songs, don't think just because people that back out on you means that you are useless. You better continue writing or imma beat yo' ass'

'Damn your the only person that can cheer my up at my worst' I smiled

'That's what a girlfriend is here for' she smiled back

Some day imma make her my wife....some day....

Sorry if this chapter was a little boring.