**** I saw all the flowers Trey bought Nicki to her studio. How Aug gon top that lol. I'm j/k lol. But I can't wait for this Aug and Nicki remix to drop. And the FML video. Like boo, stop keeping us waiting.
Durrell is in the M/M****
AMBER P.O.V. –
“Excuse you!” I looked at my overgrown older brother Durrell, who had taken it upon himself to come in my house and make him a plate.
“Mama taste this.” He handed my mother some crawfish. My mother took it and peeled the shell.
“Amb, you put your foot in this.” He said smacking, nasty might I add with corn juice dripping from his lips.
I loved my brother, but he was the epitome of trifling. He was still living with my mother. He had three kids, by three different women. And he refused to get a regular job. The bad part, my mother wouldn’t make him.
She always made excuses for his bum-ness. “Amber he’s an up and coming musician.” She’d say. Mama this nigga been up and coming since he was 15. The nigga is 40! 40 Mama! Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.
Now my bro could sing any woman out of her panties. And on top of that, he could jam on the piano. But at some point, you gotta give up the dream for reality.
“Now this is how crawfish is supposed to taste.” My mother said eating the meat and digging in my brother’s plate for more. “You cooked this?”
“No. August.” I put the container my brother left on the counter in the refrigerator.
My mother threw the piece of crawfish she had in the garbage. “Done lost my damn appetite.”
“Why?” Durrell looked at me and my mother confused, still stuffing his face.
“Some 21 year old boy Amber dating made it.”
“Oooo Amber Patrice Riley, let me hear tell you like them young tenderloins.”
“Durrell shut up.”
“He be hitting that vintage vagina you got right don’t he? You know them young niggas got stamina. Wear yo ass out. You shoulda seen me in my day. I was breaking backs left and right.”
My mother gave him a look.
“My bad Mama.”
“Durrell you better stop eating that before you drop dead. Probably put poison in there to get her life insurance policy.” My mother scoffed.
“Mama, not today.” I shook my head.
“I had a dream about him Amber.”
“Oh my God.” I ran the water, washing my hands.
“I dreamt you went to sleep, and when you woke up, him and everything in your house was gone.”
“Amber you better listen to Mama. You know the lawd give her those visions. And you listen to the lawd.” He joked.
“Laugh if you want to. But all my dreams come true.”
“Except your wet ones.”
My mother hit him upside his head. He started laughing.
“Ma, I didn’t call you over here to judge me. I called you over here to tell you I need you to pick up my mail while I’m gone next week.”
“I coulda did it.” Durrell chimed in.
“No thank you.”
I was not about to have him in my house. Bringing women left and right in here, fronting like it’s his. Women have come to my doorstep before, looking for him.
“Where you going?” Durrell asking sucking juice out of a crawfish shell.
“Uh…Chicago.” I lied. I didn’t want to hear my mother’s mouth.
“I love the Chi. I had a couple of shows up there.”
“Durrell the skating rink doesn’t count.”
“Legitmate artist perform at skating rinks.” He protested.
“It was kids night.”
“And I had them ten year olds in that rink poppin’ like Freaknik. They was doing there little backwards moves. Then hit em’ with the splits. Boom!” He demonstrated.
“You are pitiful.” I laughed.
“What you going up there for?”
“For her job.”
“Right.” I responded trying to sound convincing.
“That boy ain’t going up there with you is he?” My mother gave me a stern look.
“No.” I sighed.
“ Good. Stay his leeching behind right here.”
“Mama you got the biggest leech in your own house.”
“Durrell ain’t no leech. He’s a hardworking musician. Be more supportive of your brother.”
“You better tell her mama.” Durrel got in my face.
I mushed him.
“You keep going baby.” She rubbed his back. I hated the way she babied him.
“And when I blow mama, anything you want I got.” He kissed her cheek.
“Aww, I know baby.”
“Sorry to interrupt this son/mother moment, but the pool cleaner is going to be here Wednesday. So you need to be here to open the door for him. And I’m expecting a package. So make sure you pick it up. I don’t want it left outside. ”
“Anything else massa?” She said with a hint of attitude.
“Don’t let Durrell come over here.” She would let him if I didn’t make her aware.
I looked at my watch and I knew August was going to be home soon. They had to go.
“Alright guys, I have a lot of work I need to catch up on so...”
“Alright. We’ll let you go.” My mother said hugging me.
“Amb can I talk to you for a second.” Durrell got up.
“Can you empty that plate first and put it in the sink?” I snapped. He was about to leave his mess for me to clean up.
He did it.
“Mama the keys on the table in the living room.” I pointed towards the living room.
My mother went to get the keys.
“Yes Durrell?” I already knew what he was going to ask.
“I don’t have a gig until this weekend. And I’mma need bus fare to get to the show. Can you let me borrow twenty dollars? Just until the promoter pays me. I’ll give it back”
He was lying, but I gave him the money anyway.
“Thanks Sis. God is going to bless you for being a good and faithful servant.” He said being sarcastic, kissing my cheek.
“Get outta here.” I hit him.
I heard the front door open. Damn.
