I liked the post and shared it to my story with a simple ring emoji as well.
Shit. We’d had other people post us before but this was our first time posting things ourselves. Damn. We were social media official.
“Look at how our numbers are jumping on the official page.” Allison held her phone toward us and I glanced at the notifications popping up on her phone while I shoveled food into my mouth.
“Damn. Share one of my pictures to your page.” Retta sucked her teeth.
Charm giggled.
I shook my head, took another bite, and damn near choked when I saw Drix’s name pop up on my phone. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion and I waited a beat to see if he’d called on accident but he didn’t hang up after three rings so I answered.
“Hello?”
“You saw yo’ post?” he asked.
“I did. Thank you so much. Me and the girls appreciate it for real.”
“So you got what you need?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Chandler put the song on that video. She’s good at that whole social media shit.” He didn’t pause. “Since we’re fanning the flames and shit and I did you a favor, I need something in return.”
“Okay. Yeah, sure. What do you need?”
“My family does dinner at seven on Sunday every week. You’re family now, so I need you to show up and act like a wife because Chan has it in her head that somebody gon’ notice if you’re not there.”
“Okay.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “I can do that. Just let me know what to wear and how you want to show up.”
“You can wear whatever. Shit. Stupid ass Rome will probably be in sweatpants. Just show up to my spot and we can ride together or I’ll pick you up at your spot.”
“Okay. Sounds good. Uhm, what do your parents like? Flowers? Cigars?”
“For what? You trying to kiss up to them?”
“Yep. That’s what wives do,” I snipped.
“Oh word?” He laughed. “Man, my mom likes flowers and shit. My pops likes whiskey. I can pick some shit up and slap your name on it.”
“I’m capable of getting whiskey and flowers, Drix.”
“Alright. Talk yo’ shit then, Yo.”
“Yo?” I repeated and laughed. “Nobody has ever called me that shit.”
“Good. Then I’m gon’ know if you share my shit with another nigga and bat him in his fucking mouth the second he say it.”
I laughed, unable to stop myself.
“Bye Drix. I’m still with the group.”
“Tell them they better be prepping they mothafuckin’ verses for when we get back in that studio.”
“Will do.”
“And take care of my damn car.”
“Yes, dear,” I teased.