**** Can I just say as this book comes to a close. I think I'm going to do two more chapters, I am literarly crying writing these pages. I am so overwhelmed by the support my reader's have shown me on my first book. You guys have been patient through my mistakes. You challenged me to get better. You made me laugh with your comments - oh my God those comments had me in stitches. Y'all had my back when things went down. Oh my God, why do I feel like I'm leaving and never coming back lol. I'll say more towards the end, but I feel it coming near and I just had to get that out.
The names in this chapter of Aug's family are real. In the m/m is a pic of Aug and his siblings when they were young. The oldest is Mel in the back with the white tee. Jamal next in line with the red. Aug in the middle. Then Travis in the gray and his sister Netia in the blue.
Mook is his hilarious friend that's a girl too, but I didn't include a picture. I also included a video of Aug singing to his mother.
Enjoy my loves. ( le sigh)
AUGUST P.O.V. –
“It look like a gotdamn homeless shelter in here.” I laughed walking into my apartment. These niggas was too cheap to get hotels so everybody was cramped up in my apartment.
My brothers Jamal aka Smoke, his wife and son, Travis and one of my bestfriend’s Mook, was staying with me.
“Where Netia at?” I asked carrying my mama and grandma’s luggage in the house. I had just picked them up from the airport.
“Her and her husband flying in Friday night. They gon meet us at the graduation.” Cha told me.
“And who taking a shit in my bathroom?” I smelled the foul smell.
“August.” My mother looked at me.
“My bad Mama.”
The toilet flushed and a couple of seconds later Travis big head ass came out.
“Babyboy! What it do?” He came up to me trying to dap me up.
“Nigga did you wash your hands?” I looked at him.
“You gon really ask me that? What I look like?” He paused for a minute. “Nah let me go do that.” He went back into the bathroom.
The girls and little Mally (my brother Jamal’s son) were running around screaming and playing.
“Y’all cut that out.” Cha pointed to the floor for them to sit down.
“Y’all can have the bed.” I told my mother and grandmother.
“Mook what is you doing?” I looked over to see her in the kitchen.
“Making a sandwich. Y’all need to go grocery shopping ain’t nothing in here.” She said in her thick New Orleans accent.
“That’s cause it’s enough food for us, not all you niggas.” I closed the refrigerator.
“Ain’t even graduated and you changing.” She shook her head with her hands on her hips. “I tell you bout wanna be burgeois niggas.”
I smirked and hugged her.
“Unh-unh. Get up offa me.”
“You know you missed me.” I kissed the top of her head.
“Where Smoke at?” I asked his wife Shandrica, who was sitting on the floor braiding Chay’s hair.
“You know where he at.” She eyed me.
