He had saved his name in her phone as “Your Type” with the smirk face emoji. Brix didn’t even care to change it and just smiled because last night he was indeed her type all the way. Smiling, he remembered how she was up rapping to Future. Mel was planning to have her rapping his lyrics soon and she didn’t even know it. The little attention she gave him last night had him gone already.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t get any female, but he didn’t want just any female. He wanted Brix McQueen and planned on cuffing her little ass. Looking down at his phone, he saw he had a text come through.
B McQueen: I’m so hungover. This is not fair :(
Mel: Want me to bring you some medicine?
B McQueen: What! No, no. Ri is on the way over here.
Mel: Who is Ri?
Mel wanted to make sure it wasn’t some nigga pulling up on her. Shit, he didn’t even ask if she had a man or not. Not like that would have mattered.
B McQueen: Lol! Carissa silly. Let me find out ...
Mel: Shit. I’m just making sure it wasn’t no nigga. Lol
B McQueen: Mhm. I hear you.
Right when he was about to reply, his doorbell rang, making him grab his gun that lay next to him. It didn’t matter that he was in the house with the doors locked; niggas were savages out here and would do anything for a come up. They’d murder Young Mel and all his friends. Family and fans would be repping him on a t-shirt in no time if he was caught slipping.
Hopping out the bed with nothing but some basketball shorts on and his dreads swinging wildly, he jogged down his steps toward the front door. Walking through his kitchen, he checked the security camera screens and sucked his teeth. Putting a pep in his step, he finally made it to the door and swung it open. The wind slapping against his chest pissed him off.
“Man. What you popping up on a nigga for?” he asked Reilyn, as she walked through the door, not even waiting for him to welcome her in.
“Well good afternoon to you too, Shemel,” she replied sarcastically. “What, you was gone shoot me?”
Tucking the gun in his waistband he replied, “Yep. Straight head shot.”
“Ugh, whatever. I came by because I wanted to let you know what a good job you did last night.” She could have easily called or texted him to relay the message, but she didn’t. She stopped by to see if he had brought anyone home, mainly Brix. She didn’t give two fucks about popping up on him. Mel used to do her like that all the time.
“And you couldn’t just text me that?” Shemel asked, already hip. He knew her like the back of his hand. She was jealous and didn’t want a female to be at his crib. She knew Sundays were his chill days, until he went in the studio.
“Now what type of friend would I be to not personally let you know how well you did? Text messages are so overrated,” Reilyn grinned before following him through the kitchen and up the steps.
“I’m saying though. If I had a chick over here, your little feelings would have been all hurt,” Mel told her as he climbed back in the bed after removing his gun and tucking it underneath the pillow.
Folding her arms over her chest, she rolled her eyes. “You don’t even bring females here. You would have taken her somewhere low-key. Don’t try and be funny.”
“You smart,” he replied, imitating DJ Khaled. Reilyn was absolutely right. Mel was not bringing a chick to his crib if he didn’t know her longer than five months, if it even got that far. They’d start acting just like Rei, popping up uninvited.
“You get on my nerves,” she laughed, before removing her Louboutin sneakers. Slipping her Miss Me jeans over her hips, she let them fall to the carpet, then walked over to climb in bed with him.
“You always do this shit Rei,” Mel said.
“What are you talking about Shemel?” she asked, sliding underneath the covers.
“This. Coming over here when you want, acting spoiled as fuck and expecting to get your way man.”
“But I am spoiled and I always get my way,” she shrugged, scooting her body closer to his. She didn’t know why he always brought up her being spoiled. It wasn’t like things were ever going to change.
“Nah, stay on yo side of the bed,” Shemel said, mushing her head.
“Stooop. My feet are cold and I need to rub them on your legs,” she whined, while wrapping her arms around his muscular frame. If there was one thing Rei loved more than Shemel’s personality, it was his body. He looked like he lived in the gym, which was somewhat true. He’d go every now and then, just to tone up.
“How you know I ain’t have shit to do today?”
“Because, if you did, you would have been gone already. Glad I caught you before you left,” she chuckled, getting sleepy. The heat was on full blast and the Egyptian sheets had her comfortable as ever. Rei felt like that was where she belonged. Shemel, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling it. It was cool having someone to lay up with, but not when you were wishing it was someone else. He was finally texting Brix back and was hoping she hadn’t fallen back asleep.