Just Too Different

Ryan's Pov

Ryan Pov
August took us to his hotel. We walked in there and he started getting ready.

Me- Where you going?

Aug- I have a showa in an hour and I have ta get ready. *Takes Off his shirt*

Me- August... You just got out of the hospital.

Aug- Ryan I'm on my grind.. I gots people dat depend on me. I'm fine. I'm done resting up.

I sighed knowing nothing was going to change his mind.

August came out with fresh. He even had his grill in.

Aug- Ya ready? *Looks at me*

Me- M-me?

Aug- Yea ya.

Hell no I'm not ready I look a mess!

Me- No.. I'll stay behind.

Aug- Nah, I want ya ta come. People den started breaking in a nigga's hotel rooms na.

Me- August.. Look at me.

I had on some ribbed skinny jeans with a black sweater that had "Obey" printed in pink with some pink uggs and my hair was curled. I also had on some diamond earrings and some makeup.

Aug- Ya look sexy. Na leggo.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the hotel. His crew was behind him also his bodyguards. We got in separate cars. Same order as last time.

We pulled up to the place August was performing last time before he felled off stage.

We got out and walked through the back. They put us in August dressing room. They had food set up. It was Popeyes. Wow August you requested this.

I sat in a black chair and August started practicing his vocals while eating chicken. I don't know how he eat with that grill on his bottom teeth.

He sat beside me and offered me some chicken. I denied.

Me- I don't see how you eat with that grill in.

Aug- Well ya see, my top teeth straight ya know ain't no grill on dem . But my bottom teeth ya know, *Smirks* I make it do what'd it do.

August kept offering me chicken and I kept denying.

Aug- Wussup with ya and not eating?

Me- I just don't be hungry.

Aug- Open ya mouth.

Me- No.

Aug- Ryan.

Me- Ok fine. I'll get some chicken.

Aug- Nah, I wanna feed it ta ya.

I decided to tease August.

Me- You wanna feed it to me? *Smirks*

Aug- Ya might not wanna do dat. *Chuckles*

Me- *Laughs* Why?

Aug- Because I'm a real nigga. Ian one of dos nigga's dat'll talk trash ta ya. I will actually fuck ya.

I laughed at August because in his own way he was hilarious.

Backstage Director- Aye aug they ready for you.

Aug- Ightt. C'mon.

He grabbed my hand and we walked to the stage. Before he went on I told him good luck. He did the little cross on his chest and praised to God. Then he was off.

The crowd cheered when he came on. I only saw August perform once and that was at the club. This time it was kind of different. He sat down on the chair they had for him and before singing he gave a little speech about his healthy and him being in a coma. He reassured everybody he was fine.

Then a beat started playing. A slow beat. That's when he started singing.

Aug- *Singing*

[Hook:]
Nobody knows what I go through
Wish you could put yourself inside my shoes
You got friends that ain't friends no more
They don't understand the life I chose
See the money and the fame
It can hurt everything you love
Got some people that depend on me
And I can't give up
They don't know what I'm going through
They don't know what I'm going through

[Verse 1:]
Nobody saw the struggle they just see the reward
They focused on the peace but they never saw the war
Homies I started with ain't make it till the end
They used to be my niggas now we ain't friends
Long as I'm putting niggas on it be all good
Soon as I tell them that I can't they're the first to go
I see 'em trying to come around since I'm out the hood
But I see 'em being fake so I let 'em know
I got to let 'em know

[Hook:]
Nobody knows what I go through
Wish you could put yourself inside my shoes
You got friends that ain't friends no more
They don't understand the life I chose
See the money and the fame
It can hurt everything you love
Got some people that depend on me
And I can't give up
They don't know what I'm going through
They don't know what I'm going through

[Verse 2:]
Now everybody run up with their hand out
Maybe 'cause I stand out
See me in a video, thinking that I'm cashing out
They don't see my homies with the notices on their house
They just think I'm eating so they sitting with an open mouth
Laying back saying I should give 'em this and buy 'em that
I remember back when I was hurting, working selling crack
Where were all these niggas at claiming they my fam
If I lost it all tomorrow I know they won't give a damn

[Hook:]
Nobody knows what I go through
Wish you could put yourself inside my shoes
You got friends that ain't friends no more
They don't understand the life I chose
See the money and the fame
It can hurt everything you love
Got some people that depend on me

August kept repeating this phrase. The fans were singing with him too. Then I notice he was crying

Aug- *Sings* And I can't give up
They don't know what I'm going through
They don't know what I'm going through

He dried his tears with his sleeves.

Aug- Thank ya New York fa rocking width me tonight. I gotta get back ta my grind doe so goodnight.

His fans cheered as he walked offstage. He's boys patted him on his back telling him he did a good job. He walked pass all of us and to his dressing room.

His boys said to let him calm down a little but I didn't listen. When I got to his dressing room it was locked so I knocked.

Aug- No autographs no pictures. *Sniffs* no nothin.

Me- It's me.

I heard moving around den the door opened. August was sitting on the couch smoking weed.

Me- August!?

He just looked at me.

Aug- A nigga stressed.

I walked over to him and put his blunt out.

Aug- Look Ryan ya need ta chill out.

Me- What's wrong with you!?

I was standing in front of him and he held his head in his hands.

Aug- I'm stressed.

Me- I told you, you need more rest August-GCO.

I got caught off by August pulling me into him. He hugged me by my waist. He laid he's head on my stomach and cried.

I just rubbed his back. That's the only thing I know what to do until he tells me what's up with him.