Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

by Natavia

  “Aye, Ty-Boogie! Osama coming! Nigga, you better run!” Corey yelled out the window. Ty-Boogie took off down the street. We were cracking up; damn I missed just chilling. Cam was ready to have a nigga stressing. I loved my shorty too much to have her acting like she was not even trying talk to a nigga. I texted her like eight times and she didn’t even respond. I called her twice and she sent me straight to voicemail.

  “Heyyyyyyyy Royalllll!” Some little girls sang to me. I gave them the head nod and nothing else. They couldn’t have been over twenty.

  “Damn! That little nappy-headed one got a fat ass! I swear them peezy-ass head bitches be having a banging-ass body!” Corey said.

  “Yo, those broads are still in high school prolly!” I said.

  “Nigga, I’m only twenty!” he laughed.

  “I keep forgetting your bitch ass still a lil’ nigga!” Corey had his moments where he could get serious about something and seem older. But when that nigga started clowning and when he got mad, you could tell his true age.

  “You mean to tell me that that lil’ peezy-head bitch didn’t have a phat ass? Looking ain’t cheating, nigga! You know when our girls be together they be looking at niggas’ dick prints especially in sweats or baller shorts. I know they do it because women stay looking at my dick print. You know that shit, too!” he said, telling the truth.

  “Man your ass is crazy!” I laughed.

  “But yeah, she had a little fatty on her!” I told him.

  “What’s up, Kane’s?” Rico asked. He was the youngest member in the Fam. He was only eighteen and had a good head on his shoulders. He was the one that I had following Ashaun to see if he was going to handle that nigga, Damon. His mother was a crack-head so he took care of his four-year-old sister. I didn’t let him get his hands dirty, though. He just kept an eye out on shit for me. He had a bright future and, although he was thirsty to hustle, I didn’t let him.

  “Shit, chilling, fuck you doing?” I asked and he was all smiles.

  “I’m ready to go over this little bitch house I hollered at in school today!” he said.

  “Damn, nigga, you stay with something don’t you?” Corey asked.

  “You know how I do! We light-skinned niggas are fixin’ to come back!” he said, brushing his hands down his waves. He was a smooth, little nigga, though.

  “Hey, Rico!” some little chick called out to him as she walked over. She looked around sixteen and had on a pair of pants that was ready to make all the older niggas catch a charge. I turned my head in the other direction, but Corey’s eyes were still glued to her.

  “What, Dior? Fuck you want?” he asked annoyed.

  “Why they say you were in Fashion’s face today in the cafeteria?” she asked him with her hands on her hips. No matter what age a chick is, when a chick puts her hands on her hips, she means business.

  “Come on, shorty, you know I’m not fucking with her like that! Take your ass in the house, though! Fuck you got them tight-ass pants on for? Don’t you see I’m hollering at my niggas? You could’ve asked me about that shit later!” he said. She rolled her eyes and switched off.

  “Damn, nigga, what you staring at my girl for?” Rico asked Corey.

  “My bad, but yo, her ass is PHAT!” Corey said.

  “You out here ready to get caught up!” I told him.

  “Mannnnn, Fashion’s ass is juicy, though! I wouldn’t mind getting slapped from my shorty behind that broad!” he said.

  “Nigga, you a fool! Light-skinned niggas stay getting caught up!” Corey joked.

  “Nigga, fuck you! All those times Tee-Tee done came down here and whipped your ass and the bitch ass you was creeping with.” Rico had me cracking up. He and Corey were almost alike. Rico was just a little calmer than Corey and not as crazy. But they both had that arrogant attitude that be making all these little broads go crazy.

  Corey waved him off.

  “Where my future wife at anyway? I love a girl that goes hard, with a sexy ass body that’s easy on the eyes,” Rico joked.

  “Keep on, nigga, and I would fuck Dior little ass into a coma! She wouldn’t know how to act once she got this black dick! Y’all light-skinned niggas too soft and shit. She need a chocolate ass nigga that would have that young twat purring!” Corey joked back and we all laughed.

  “Yeah, nigga? But you know them dark-skinned chicks like a little cream in their coffee. Shittt, nigga, light-skinned niggas is back in! You fucks with Kevin Gates, don’t you? Nigga, I eats the ass!” Rico said. I had tears in my eyes. These little niggas were funny as fuck.

  “Aye, y’all, I need rap to y’all about something real quick, though,” he said leaning in.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Raja is cool with y’all girls, right?” he asked.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Yo, I think I knocked that little bitch up!” he said.

  Corey roared in laughter and I couldn’t help but to laugh. All these niggas be going crazy over Raja’s ghetto ass.

  “You was fucking with Raja?” I asked. I couldn’t believe this shit.

  “Yeah, man, no lie I fucks with her heavy but she keeps playing with a nigga. She won’t even answer my calls or texts! None of that! She keeps saying I’m too young but she only nineteen!” he said.

  “Raja that young?” I asked shocked.

  “Hell yeah she is young! She graduated last year and I graduate this year,” Rico said. He wasn’t a dumb, street nigga, though, he stayed in school. When he made honor roll, I copped him a BMW. I was proud of him because he was going to college and making something out of himself.

  “What the fuck is wrong with y’all niggas, messing with her midget ass?” Corey said.

  “Yo, she doesn’t even look like a midget, though! She like a normal person just extra short. She doesn’t have a big head and those fat, short-ass fingers and arms like midgets. Her fingers are normal and all that. But her pussy, though! I wanted to knock her up on purpose! That’s how good it is! Do you know how much fun I have with her ass?” he got closer.

  “One day I went over her crib, right? After her mother had left. But anyways, she tells me to walk in and I don’t see her. So, I’m in her room sitting on her bed, you know, watching TV waiting for her to come in. A travel luggage was on the floor, right. It started moving. I got curious and opened it up. It was Raja’s little ass in there dressed in one of those sexy ass catholic schoolgirl uniforms. Yo, I’m telling you, that was some sexy-ass shit! She rode my dick so good I had the stroke face all day! Motherfuckers was asking me, ‘Rico, why your face twisted up like that?’” he said.

  Corey and I hollered. That was the funniest shit I done heard.

  “She was in a suit case, though?” Corey asked holding his stomach.

  “Nigga, fuck you laughing for? Tee-Tee not too far from the ground neither, nigga!” Rico said laughing.

  “Aye, you heard what happened to that nigga Mook? They found that nigga slumped in the parking lot at the mall. Ole’ bitch-ass nigga! They said his brain was hanging all over his steering wheel,” Rico said. He was like Corey and had the scoop on everything.

  “Yeah, fuck that nigga! He lucky I didn’t get to his bitch ass because I would’ve chopped that nigga up!” Corey said, rolling a blunt.

  “You and that nigga, Koran, cool, right? That nigga don’t feel salty from the way all his niggas got murked off? He ain’t pull you up about it?” Rico asked me.

  “That nigga ain’t built like that! He already knows what it is! Fuck he’s going to do? It’s all of us and one of him, and the nigga got to see me because we got the same baby mother. So, he being smart and getting the fuck over it. I will talk to him about that, though. So much shit has happened that some shit just slipped my mind,” I told him, hitting the blunt.

  Koran never brought up his niggas getting murked off. He should’ve known what it was going to be. My peoples ride for me, so when they thought he was responsible for me getting shot, they got back at him by murking
his niggas. That’s the type of shit that happens in street wars and you just got to accept it then move on.

  We got back to the crib and Corey got inside of his truck and left. I walked into the house wondering if Cam cooled off yet. I go into our bedroom and there she was sleeping with Parker lying across her chest. Our son was in the bassinet next to the bed, asleep. I picked Parker up and took her to her room, laying her down on her bed. I was supposed to pick them up but time went by fast. If it wasn’t for my mother letting me know Cam went back and got them, I wouldn’t have known they were home. Cam wasn’t even going to tell me, with her evil ass.

  “Wake your ass up, shorty!” I shook her. She opened her eyes and rolled them at me. She was definitely pissed off at me. I could understand why but a nigga didn’t do shit!

  I sat down on the bed next to her. Cam knows I’m not cheating on her again. I put that on everything! A nigga was settling down and I was happy with it. I had a family, plus, I didn’t want my son being raised between two different households. I didn’t want to do anything that would make Cam want to leave me. A happy wife meant a happy life, right?

  “Come on, shorty, you got me feeling bad. You fighting a nigga. Not answering my calls or texts, I’m feeling some type of way!” I told her.

  “I’m mad at you! You should’ve been told me what the fuck she was doing! How is it fair to me having a woman around my family wanting my man when she was only supposed to be doing her job? I knew it was going to be some shit! We could’ve gotten a live-in nurse from here. We didn’t have to bring that sneaky bitch over here. I knew she wanted you in Cuba the way she was rubbing all on your back!” she said.

  “I apologize Cam, but look at it from my point of view. She was good as fuck when it came to her job. I’m doing better than what the doctors expected. I didn’t want to hear about that at the time. I just wanted to feel normal again and do the shit I was doing at first. I was walking with a cane, Cam. A nigga could barely wipe his ass. So, while you were busy worrying about me fucking some bitch, I was worried about getting better. She did her little shit but I have never touched her!” I told her.

  “Why was your dick hard when you stood up?” she asked me.

  “Cam, she kissed my neck, what the hell! You saw the shit yourself, and you know damn well, you didn’t see me coming back on to her!” I told her.

  “Cam, do you think you are not beautiful?” I asked her.

  “Why are you asking me this?” she asked.

  “Do you have a problem with yourself?” I asked her.

  “I’m only asking because I noticed you feel threatened every time a smaller woman comes around. I don’t know why you feel like there is a competition when you have my heart and my son. If I didn’t like the way you are I wouldn’t be here. You know why Alita felt like she could do half of that? She saw that you were insecure Cam. When you show people that, they play on it. When we are out, I walk next to you! You never walk behind me. I want the world to see that I have a bomb-ass shorty! I’m not ashamed of you, Cam. I always loved your smart ass. So, lose that attitude and just show your man some love!” I told her.

  She hugged me with tears in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, baby!” she said kissing my lips. Now, this was my old Cam. Since I been up from the coma, her whole attitude done changed on me. I guess that shit with Alita was really getting to her.

  “Oh yeah, Rico says when you talk to Raja tell her to call him,” I told her and she and I both laughed.

  R.J woke up crying so I picked him up.

  “Come on, lil’ man, you can’t be doing all that crying. Your last name is Kane, boy!” I told him as I rocked him. Cam handed me his bottle so I could feed him.

  “We are going to fill the house up with more kids,” I told her and she looked at me like I was crazy but I was serious.

  “Hell no! Corey filling your head up, isn’t he? I know he told Tee-Tee he wants two more after she have the one she is pregnant with now. We are not going to be like them with a lot of damn kids! You are only getting one more out of me and that’s after R.J hits five!” Cam said laughing.

  “The way I’m going to be busting that pussy wide open, I doubt that shit, shorty!” I bragged.

  “Why is your mouth so nasty?” Cam asked, blushing. She always complained about my mouth but she was sitting there smiling.

  “Come on, shorty, you know a nigga can’t get enough of that juice box! That pussy you working with makes a nigga be nasty! I can’t wait till they tell you when you can have sex again. I’m putting my goggles on and going swimming. I’m going to be diving in it and all that! My dick hard just thinking about it! Feed him while I take a cold shower!” I told Cam, handing our son to her and she laughed.

  “After R.J goes back to sleep, I got a trick for you!” she said smiling.

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?” I asked her smiling.

  “The grape fruit trick!” she said. I saw the video on YouTube and sent it to Cam. I didn’t think she was going to actually try it but I’m not really surprised. Cam is an undercover freak. She was straight nasty with it but I wasn’t complaining.

  Jamie

  “It’s a damn shame how I had to sneak out of the house! Do you know I haven’t been at my shop? Tataliscious has been taking charge! I don’t know how much more of this shit I could take!” I vented while in the bathroom stall at Walmart. I just wanted my old life back. Killa didn’t want me doing shit and when I disagreed, it started an argument.

  “Girl, that’s what happens when you have a man that cares for you. I mean, you are finally giving him a baby and I have a feeling that everything will be fine this time around!” Cam said.

  “I’m not pregnant, Cam!” I told her, washing my hands. Killa done ran his mouth when I didn’t want him telling anyone. I wasn’t going to tell anybody because I wasn’t really pregnant, but now everybody thought I was fucking pregnant. I done created a whole heap of my mess and now I regretted all of it.

  “Oh, my, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you had another miscarriage,” she said hugging me with tears in her eyes. Cam could be very affectionate at times.

  “I didn’t have a miscarriage! I faked being pregnant because he was ready to dump me! I screenshot someone’s pregnancy test on Instagram. I cropped it out then sent it to him! I panicked, Cam. I didn’t know what to do! I feel so bad because he has been really catering to me lately but it’s all a fake! I just don’t want him to leave me again!” I cried.

  Cam looked at me like she wanted to kill me.

  “You are one stupid bitch! How can you stoop so low as a woman?” she screamed making me cry even harder.

  “You know, Jamie, at first I thought maybe you was just having bad luck with love. Especially how you went all of these years with a man you didn’t love. Then you finally get the man you love and you still do stupid shit! You need to wake up because honey, Ashaun and Killa are not the problem! You are the problem. You strung one along for years when you knew you didn’t love him. Can you really fault Ashaun for treating you the way he did? You really need to dig deep within yourself!”

  She dried her hands and continued to argue. “You drove Ashaun crazy and you are ready to do the same shit to Killa. Killa really doesn’t deserve this shit! When he wanted to leave, you should’ve let him! I’m sure whatever y’all argument was about was because of you, like always! He probably just needed time to cool the hell off! You know how many times Royal and I argued and he left the house pissed? I knew he was coming back! People argue all the fucking time, Jamie! But this shit here is real because, once he finds out, it’s over! So, let me guess, you are going to wait until your period comes on to fake a miscarriage? Girl, that is so damn tacky!” she said hurting my feelings.

  “What else am I supposed to do? Tell him the truth?” I asked. Thank God we were the only ones in the bathroom because this shit was embarrassing.

  “I’m too through with you! I’m telling your mother! Maybe she can talk some sense into you!” Cam
said. Everyone knew my mom didn’t play.

  “Bitch, like hell you are! I’m grown. What the hell is she going to do to me?” I asked.

  “Grown? Jamie, you need to have several seats! Grown women don’t trap niggas into being with them! You found that man’s weakness and now you are playing with it!” she said as we left the bathroom.

  “Are you finished getting the things you need? I need to get home because your brother keeps calling and texting me! He acts like he’s scared to be alone with an infant,” Cam said.

  After we stood in line, I paid for my things then headed to Cam’s house. After I dropped her off, I drove around to clear my head. I was going to tell him the truth because it was eating me up inside. I didn’t realize how long I had been out until I looked at the clock. I dropped Cam off at 2pm and it was now 6pm. I was surprised Killa hadn’t called or texted me. Between me and the studio, Killa had been very busy, so maybe he was tied up.