That's My Baby

Chris & August: Same Girl

Kyra woke up to the first few rays of sunlight shining through Chris's window. "Shit," she muttered under her breath as she carefully slid Chris's arm off of her. She laid it down on the bed and softly slipped out of the bed. She gathered her clothes up off the floor as quietly as she could before stealing out of his bedroom and then his house without so much as a backward glance.

She got in her car and drove less than 5 minutes before she picked up her phone to make a call.

"Ello?" August answered, his accent even thicker when his voice was full of sleep.

"Hey baby. I just got off work. I'll be over in 30 if you wanna see me."

August stretched and took the phone away from his face to see what time it was. 5:23. "Yeah man, come thru. Yah know wea da key at." He hung up.

Later that day, Chris went to August's house to play him in 2K. August was whooping ass because Chris was apparently distracted.

"Yah sure yah really tryin nigguh?" August asked as the final score flashes across the screen. 213-3.

Chris looked up from his phone. "Yeah man. I'm just waiting on my girl to text me back. I text Kyra like 2 hours ago."

August raised an eyebrow. "Kyra?" That name was familiar as hell.

Chris nodded. "Yeah remember that girl I met at that Truth when we did that show in there like 2 months ago? Little brown skin with the fat booty that was showing a nigga hella love?"

August remembered the girl he was talking about because she had just left his house not long before Chris showed up but he remembered the night a lot differently. He recalled the girl showing him a lot of attention. He also recalled that he saw her the most when Chris was on stage.

"So uh yah thank ya feelin shawty or sum?" August asked nonchalantly.

Chris shrugged. "I mean I ain't tryna wife her or nothing but shortie got some good pussy and I'm tryna see when she gone let me get at her again."

"Wen da las time yah saw ha?"

"She stayed at my crib last night." August internally sighed with relief. They couldn't be messing with the same girl then if Chris shortie was with him last night.

"Shit I'm lying. She didn't stay. A nigga woke up early this morning, tryna get my workout on and shit, and shawty was gone." Chris added.

August narrowed his eyes. "Yah said Kyra from da club wit da fat ass? Big eyes, short hair, tattoo of some stars and shit on ha stomach?"

Chris looked up from his phone. "You know her or something?"

August picked up his own phone and scrolled for a few seconds before he answered. He turned the phone towards Chris. "Dis ha?"

Chris looked at the picture of Kyra in her black bra and panties laid across August's bed. Shit, those was the same draws she had on last night. Chris slid the phone back. "When you take that?"

"Dis mawnin. Shawty came thru at like 5:30."

Chris leaned back and started stroking his chin. "So this bitch think she slick huh? She tried to Usher Raymond my ass."

"Wut da fawk Usher Raymond gotta do with this? Ya think he fawkin shawty too?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Nigga what? No. Well probably, Usher old singing ass gets hella pussy. I mean I'm Usher Raymond and you R. Kelly nigga. I done seen this shit before."

August stood up and started walking towards the kitchen. "Nigguh I'm Yung, not no damn R. Kelly. I might've nut on a girl titties a couple times but ain neva pissed on nobody."

Chris trailed behind him and hopped up on the counter while August was digging in the cabinet for something to eat. "The fuck is you talking about bruh? I'm talking about the Usher and R. Kelly song Same Girl. You know, 'Yo Ush, what up Kells?'"

"Ohhhh." August mumbled through a mouthful of Oreos. He nodded to show that he understood.

When he swallowed, he asked. "Why I gotta be R. Kelly?"

"Cause I'm sensitive and shit. You don't care about these hoes."

"Ya see why tho?" He sat on a stool at the counter. "So whatcha wanna do about it?"

Chris's eyes got wide. "That's the same thing he said in the song!" August rolled his eyes. "Stop actin like ah betch nigguh."

"Alright alright I'm cool. Well Kells, I mean August, you gotta call baby girl over here, let her think you finna give her the pipe but I'm gone be sitting on the couch like hello motherfucker."

"And?"

"And what? She gone know that she just can't play with the hearts of the two hottest niggas in r&b."

August stuck another cookie in his mouth. "Ion know bout all dat. Bryson Tilla might be takin ya spot nigguh. I don't give a fawk doe. Shawty got some good thoat so I'm probably gone keep ha on my team."

"I hate niggas like you, always thinking with yo dick." He snatched the cookie out of August's hand. "Just make the call hoe."

"Call meh anutha hoe betch, I'm gone show ya ass a hoe. And leave my fuckin cookies alone." He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his call log for Kyra's number. He put the ringing phone up to his ear and looked up to see Chris staring at him.

August mugged. "Get da fawk out my face nigguh. Go move ya car or sum."

"Oh shit you right!" Chris jumped off the counter and sprinted outside.

30 minutes later, they were in the middle of another game of 2K when they heard a knock at the door. August got up and answered it, slyly leaning against the door frame so Kyra couldn't see Chris ducking into the kitchen.

"Wassup Ma?"

Kyra wrapped her arms around his waist and stretched up for a kiss. "Hey baby. You missed me?"

August rolled his eyes over her head. "Of course. Ya wanna come in?"

August lead her into the house. When Kyra sat on the couch, August said, "Hold up a minute, a nigguh thirsty," and walked into the kitchen.

Kyra was looking down at her phone setting up a dick appointment with Trey Songz later that night when she heard August come back into the room. He walked quickly behind her and silently slid his hands over her eyes, leaning down and kissing her neck. Kyra reached her hands up and traced the outline of his jaw. "Mmm you wanna go upstairs baby or you wanna stay right here?"

"It's up to you baby." Kyra froze. That wasn't August's voice. She pulled the hands away from her face and turned around to see both August and Chris standing behind her. "Hellooooo tramp." Chris said.

Kyra stood up. "what the fuck is this?"

"We just Same Girl'd ya ass, Usher Raymond and R. Kelly style." Chris said as he crossed his arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Listen to your old school jams heifa." Chris said.

August put his hand on his friends shoulder. "Chill, Killa. Wut my freen hea was tryna say is, get da fawk out and lose both our numbers."

Kyra snatched her phone up and stomped towards the door.

"Kyra wait." August said as her hand touched the doorknob. When she turned around he smiled. "But if ya tryna come thru and give a nigguh some ah dat sloppy toppy, I'd happily open my door for ya."

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