For some reason or another, Junya was convinced that this would be a time he would go on business with Khevasiah again. He went back into the bedroom and rummaged through his bag filled with jeans. He pulled out his most prized outfit; a cream denim suit: jean jacket and jeans that matched with a famous logo down the pant leg and across the back of the jacket. He lifted his gold chain off of the chestier drawer and threw on his name brand work boots. He reached underneath the large speaker where he kept his rolled money stash and peeled $120 dollars off. After grabbing his celli and some fresh mouth, he brushed his hand over his waves and proceeded to exit his mother.s hot house. Khevasiah drove a late model Land Rover with large rims.
The sport utility vehicle was canary yellow and had her name written in cursive on the
spare wheel cover in the rear. The tints on the vehicle where white to accentuate
the rims. The stereo system was not too loud, but people knew it was her
whenever they saw the bright yellow truck peel through the hood. Yellow was
Khevasiah.s favorite color. She remembered when she was younger her mother
wanted her to be different from the other children in school so she brought her
everything in yellow: yellow blanket, yellow coat, yellow gloves, and even a
yellow bedspread. When Junya met Khevasiah, she was wearing yellow.
Khevasiah and Junya stopped at a nearby gas station to fill the tank and
buy some L.s to roll smoke for the long trek across 95 South. Junya emptied the
cigars in the lot of the gas station, then the two drove off; Khevasiah behind the
wheel as Junya sat in the back seat crumbling bits of lime-green bud up. Junya
always sat in the back of Khevasiah.s SUV whenever they drove around holding
weed. In the event that Khevasiah was seen by police, they would assume it was
only her, unless she was pulled over, then Junya would slide in the front
passenger seat. Khevasiah had a quick temper, especially with the lawman, so
Junya usually spoke to minimize unnecessary drama with a police officer.
During the drive, Khevasiah received a phone call. It was the man she is
scheduled to meet, and he instructs her to meet at a club on the outskirts of New
York City. There is a platinum party for a rapper that he knows, and he has been
asked to come.
"I have my man with me.okay?" Khevasiah asked with a stern look of
professionalism. She was unsure as to what the intentions of this man were, but
she did not want it to seem like she brought Junya along out of shear precaution.
"That ain.t a thing. Give me his name, and I will put you guys on the VIP
list." The man said.
"You see what happens when you go with me places! Now look.your
ass happy that you came now, huh!" Khevasiah said with a smirk.
"Maybe I can get someone to give my demo a listen! I knew I should have
brought extra copies.hold on.stop in New Ha.
"Now hold your happy ass up a fucking minute! See! You always do that
shit! Every time I take you somewhere your ass never fucking prepared, or you
always running up in somebody fucking face with your whack ass CD! Nobody
wanna hear that shit! This is my thing so you just let your girl take care of
things. I know the people; you.d see these fuckers and probably bust in your
pants.all nervous and shit!" Khevasiah busted out laughing, then followed it
with a hard cough from the ganjas. smoke.
"You know what, for somebody that got all these fucking connections,
why you haven.t put me on yet? You know these people for business or
something else.huh?" Junya was offended by her comments; he attempted to
retaliate the best way he knew how, by discrediting her business practices.
"See, that.s your fucking problem, you never can take a damn joke.that.s
why I don.t be playing with you sometimes! When you need to be serious, you
not, but when your own girlfriend trying to have some fun with you, you wanna
get all uptight. If you can.t laugh with me, who you gonna laugh with, your
mother?" Khevasiah said discouraged. She took one more hit off the blunt and
passed it back to Junya. She tuned the radio to the local station, turned the
volume up, and did not speak another word. Junya passed the blunt back to her,
but Khevasiah simply ignored him. The rest of the ride was dedicated to the
radio.