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Queens, NYC
3:47 PM
Nicki Maraj

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Dream and I sang along to a sure to be classic by singer Jessie Reyez weeks later after leaving the mall "Figures, I'm the bad guy 'cause I can't learn to trust Love, figures you say sorry once and you think it's enough!"

"I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys begging for me just to give 'em a try," I added hitting that last lil note in the end.

"Girl! we need to start a girl group," Dream smiled as the song came to an end and a Tinashe song blared through the speakers next "We would definitely put the other girls to shame," I bopped my head to the pop song as she turned the steering wheel driving up into the parking lot of the hospital "I'm just going in here to get my prescription you welcomed to come."

"I'm good," I waved her off then opened another box of cakes I had picked up from the dollar store.

"Suit yourself!" She replied "-and lay off the honey buns your arms are getting big." she threw that last part in before walking off.

I ripped open the pack and took a big bite from the glazed treat, I was starving, all I had for breakfast was a bagel that I barely ate. I checked my arms and shrugged continuing eating as I spotted her I.D card left in her seat.

I debated rather or not to bring it cuz' it was hot and I ain't feel like walking, "The things I do for this girl!" I grumbled, taking the card and another honeybun before getting out the car.

"You changed your mind, huh?" Dream said as she saw me walking up into the waiting room.

"You left this," I responded giving her the card as she hesitantly took it just as the woman at the desk called for her.

"Ight! Nicki, I'll be right back," she assured as I sat grabbing one of the pamphlet thingys on the magazine rack beside me. I started to flip through pages to kill time, hmm, "Autism." I read the headline on one of the pages before going over the symptoms which were in most cases:

Inappropriate social interactions, poor eye contact, compulsive behavior, impulsivity, repetitive movements, self-harm, or persistent repetition of words or actions

I had heard of Autism before but I ain't really know what it was up until now reading this, I stood so quickly walking fastly to the front desk where a lady stood behind with a welcoming grin plastered on her face.

"How can I help you?" She questioned.

"I like to see a doctor." I scheduled—I was about to get on the pill there was no way in hell I was going to risk any chance of getting pregnant by him and our kid has Autism too. The doctor that saw me was nice she had asked that I take some tests before prescribing me birth control pills so I did that and I was going to swear off any sex till I got those pills.

Again! I ain't wanna risk no chances.

"What you were doing in a doctor's room?" Dream asked as we stepped out of separate hospital rooms across from each other.

"Getting birth control now can we go." 

"Sure, Sure," she whispered softly as we stepped back out to her car where she was telling me about this new guy named Steph Curry she was seeing and how he was a friend of Lebron James and making good money.

"So you and Dave aren't dating anymore?"

"We never were; he was just a lil side n*gga till the real thing came along and finally it did." she smirked while showing me a picture of the Steph dude on her iPhone.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I warned then glared at the image of a light skin guy posing with a basketball on her phone.

"He's a snack, isn't he?"

"If that's what you like." I nodded.

"Don't be jealous," she stated as I frown at her "What? Don't look at me like that..."

"Girl, ain't nobody jealous of you; you're my baby sister and I just want the best for you."

"Don't start with all that sentimental mushy shit now! And what are you getting on the pill for? What happened to the condoms?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I truthfully told her.

She sucks her teeth "You must think he got something."

"Dream, don't play." 

"What?? I'm just being real and shoot! You said to find out so I'm just putting 2 and 2 together," she retorted "-What's he like?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what type of person is he, Justin Bieber." she joked (a/n: get it? Justin has a song called what do you mean lol)

"Oh! He's not like the rest of these hood n*ggas that's for sure," I uttered thinking about him as a smile instantly appeared on my face "He kinda reminds me of daddy like he cares and he takes interest in things like writing, drawing, and other things he's really intelligent and tells the best stories and when I'm with him it's just a connection there as if it was meant."

"You're lucky," she smiled "In a city filled with fuck boys you found someone different."

"Now who's getting sentimental?" I pointed out as we both laughed. She pulled in our driveway back at home. 

"You started it!" 

"No, you!" I giggled as we got our shopping bags before exiting.

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