Lessons From A Hidden Treasure: An Interlude

by Antoinette Sherell

“I’ll never fake it with you, Pierre. You’ll know the exact moment I’m tired of your shit, and there’s nothing you can do for me that’ll make me pretend to like you.”

Looks ain’t everything to most niggas like y’all think. If he’s feeling you, that’s just what it is, and it ain’t always a rhyme or reason to it. Some girls just got a vibe that dudes fuck with heavy.”

One female ain’t always better than the next. She just might be better for that nigga at that time. The same goes for men, but we can finagle the system because while we choose what we need, y’all waste time trying to change niggas into what y’all need.

“I don’t like that you let a bitch make you change yourself. I don’t care who the fuck it is.”

“Hell, nah! I need everybody to see these.” He grinned wider and lifted his hand, twisting it side to side like he was waving in a pageant. Treasure groaned at his theatrics.

those it girls weren’t it after all.

“Why does the time matter?” he asked, helping her out before hitting his locks. He went to his trunk before reminding her, “You ain’t got no job, and you ain’t got shit to do, Craig. Didn’t they fire you on your day off?”

Lmfaoooo

“The safest you’ll ever be is with me, Bird. Remember that.”

“I’m touchy feely ‘cause that’s just some shit I like, but not that other stuff. You give me an escape from the bullshit I’m dealing with, so it’s easy to get lost in your nerdy ass brain. I only do that with you.

“It’s okay to feel like you have nothing to lose, Pierre. You know why? That just means you have everything in the world to gain. Nothing to lose, everything to gain,”

“Because you know the right way to talk to me, Bird. It’s crazy ‘cause you don’t say shit I ain’t heard a million times before, but you make it worth listening to. I like the way you flip it to help me understand without making me feel small. You see potential in me that I don’t see, but then make it sound so fucking good that I want to see it, too.”

Some people may fuck with you, others may fuck you over, but the worst kind of people will do both if you let them.

She detested allowing Pierre to turn her into a girl who hated another girl simply for having something she desired.

Now, buck up because I better not catch you letting a bitch see you sweat.”

Put my bro out of his misery, and give him some pussy before he loses his damn mind.” “And ain’t. I might let him eat it, though,”

“You’re a snake charmer, Pierre. Just like the men that sit Indian style, hypnotizing snakes with their flutes, that’s what you do to women. You know exactly what to say or do, and how to play on women’s emotions to persuade them to move just how you want. What the hell made you think I’d want a gift you bought for another girl?”

I was just trying to make your day like you make mine.

“Ain’t nobody warn you, all that shit you try to hide spills out when you got that liquor in your system?

“You sick of my shit yet?” “A little,” she admitted, watching his eyes dim as he nodded. “But I’m still rolling for now. I don’t want to miss the part of the movie where you win.”

guess you stood on business after all, huh? I’m proud of you because your big sis folded like origami paper every time.

And did! 😂😂😂

“If you’re gone, whose bird will I be? Who’ll take me to the movies or feed me?”

“Nope. I call it like I see it, and I bet that name won’t be so dumb once you see it, too. Even if you never do, you’ll always be that to me, so deal with it, Pierre. I’m your lil’ birdie, and you’re my superstar.”

“I want to listen to your problems so I can make them better, even if I’m really not, and it’s all in your head. I want to feel your emotions through your writing, and I want you to always take off your mask when you’re with me. I want to watch you play ball because you’re as much as a superstar on the court as in your notes.

“I want to watch you be a dad because I know your kids love you like I love mine. I want to see you give Paris a normal life, even with the odds stacked against him. I want to be your twin flame, so I’ll know this is more than just a bond made up in my mind.”

“Nah, ain’t shit made up about what we got, Bird.”

“Put it in,” she whined, knowing he loved that begging shit.

“As real as it gets. You better act like you know who you’re for.”

You have to keep fighting because my sad ass would be sadder than usual. Your parents and sisters would be heartbroken. Los would be crushed, and Shabu would go off the deep end when he can’t afford to. Your kids would... well... I guess they’d be like me after I lost mine.”

“I’m on birth control, so there won’t be a pregnancy scare, Savvy.”

Thank God!!!!!

His sole concern was protecting Treasure, even if it meant losing something he didn’t know he needed until it fell in his fucking lap. The concern conflicting his actions was whether she needed him just as much.

We’re just enjoying our privacy and vibing. I don’t know how long the peace will last, fucking around with you two and whatever the fuck y’all are doing, though. Just know, me and Whoop gon’ act shocked like we didn’t know shit when it goes down.”

“I know I’m about to fuck up and you gon’ hate me, Bird. I’m sorry.”

“I’m giving you an out, Tekken. You still want to have your fun, and I’m not the one to chase behind a nigga. Ain’t enough love in the world to have me looking dumb for a soul. I’ll cry myself to sleep every night until I don’t have a damn tear left in my ducts before I do that.

“You better not cry over no crinkled hair having ass nigga,” Los spewed,

“I said you’re a damn pussy!” she screamed, hitting a one-eighty to mug him. Her palms clapped together as she stressed, “A pussy, a punk, a coward! Whatever you want to call it. Don’t make it like I’m the reason you’re not going when that’s a lie. Just admit you’re ready for a change, but you’re too chicken to make a damn move.”

Get in his ass

“You need me to cry for you again, or you got it this time?” she asked, squeezing him with all her might.

Certain women carried a kind of energy men didn’t want to part with or live without. Treasure was that for him.

“Mad at myself but proud of you for not taking no shit, even if it’s me.

Because thats all you can be mad at

“I still ain’t scared nigga! Y’all putting prices on my head, and I still ain’t dead nigga!” She hollered out the verse she memorized, hyping him up.

I feel like I'm in the booth too

“One ain’t better than the other, P. Theirs just had some bruises from hitting the ground already, while yours was hanging on to that damn tree limb by a thread. Your apple falling on top of theirs gave yours a smoother landing.”

Relic scoffed, knowing his cousin was referring to Treasure. “You’re about to be worse than Shabu’ whipped ass. I can already see it.”

“I’m not the type to ask. I like to be thought about,” he answered with a smirk.

“Independent with enough sense not let handsome faces and the offering of money steer you wrong or bring you down. Love will come later, so stay focused on yourselves and goals at this age. You’re all young with bright futures ahead.”

Our kids gon’ have a lot of family,”

“When we get married, my pops or Los will walk you down the aisle. Matter of fact, we gon’ let Shabu bitch ass do it, so he won’t cry about how we stole you and claimed you as ours.”

Aweeeee

“I already dragged other females through the mud for that. I’m found.”

“Don’t nothing on Treasure belong to someone else but that weave in her hair. She’s for me.”

“Tell that hoe if she ain’t first place, then she’s dead last.”

Yo real nigga realized he might be a snake charmer, but he met one that’s even better at it than him. She’s a master at charming niggas but pretending she don’t know what the fuck she’s doing.”