Chapter 1
A/n: This story takes place in like 2015 or 2016 and is mixed with current times.
It’s a beautiful day in Harlem and I’m with my niggas posted up in front Neek building, just like we do every day.
My name is Isaiah Wells aka Izzy. I own a tattoo shop. My niggas are Neek, Blue, G, Freeze, and Alex. We’ve been friends since elementary and now we are in our late 20s and 30s. Every day we meet up after our respective jobs and shoot the shit aka chill in front of Neek building on 145th street and Saint Nicholas. It’s our tradition that after work we all come together to complain about work, women, talk sports, politics, and conspiracy theories.
Freeze is a tattoo artist that is cold with it and he works at my shop. He also is a playboy so, of course, he has a Babygirl named Diamond.
G aka George is an accountant. He is always crazy good with numbers.
Blue is a conductor for the MTA
Alex owns a nightclub in Brooklyn.
“Aye, I forgot to tell you this crazy shit I saw online.”
“Porn?” * Freeze
“Those chicks eating big ass lobsters and talking about dumb shit?” *Blue
“I don’t watch that dumb shit. I was on Craig’s list looking for more bottle girls. Apparently, it’s a personal section with people looking for sex and dating. Shit is weird but anyway it’s also a missed connection section.”
“Missed connection? *Neek
“Yea like if you see a fine ass chick on the train, you make a post like” hey boo in the blue shirt on the B train”. Hit me up”. *Alex
“That’s some serial killer shit.” *Freeze
“Facts.” *Neek
“Well, a serial killer likes Isiah.” *Alex
“What?!” *guys
" Let me light my blunt for this.” *Isaiah
“A post was made by someone and they were talking about Isaiah. It says ” I always see you with your group of fine friends, I only really notice you. Your thick eyebrows and mean face only smile when your daughter’s name is mentioned. I always wonder why you don’t smile. Are you sad? Did the world turn its back on you? I hope to one day make you smile. That’s it.” *Alex
“That’s creepy.” *Neek
“Creepy and sweet in a fatal attraction, misery/ obsessed kind of way. Do Y’all think it’s a dude?” *Freeze
“Possibly or someone ugly. We pay attention to the fine women that walk past us. Like here comes Shanice now.” *Alex
Shanice and her friend walk up to us
“Hey, guys.” *Shanice
“What’s up?”*Izzy
“Nigga you don’t be paying attention to your shop Dm. I want a tattoo this Friday. Are you free?”
“Yes take my business number.” *Izzy
We switch numbers while her stuck-up friend looks on.
“Are you getting a tattoo too, Lil mama?” *Izzy
“Um yes. Not Friday tho.”
“That’s good. You can be my last customer on Saturday?”
“Yes sure.”
I give her my business number also.
“Alright, you have a good day.”
They walk away
“Shanice is too fine.” *Neek
“And you ain’t her type. She like them fat ugly niggas.” *Blue
“Such a shame. She probably ain’t ever get an orgasm cause her dude can’t hit her gspot.” *Alex
*Saturday
Today has been a long day and it still ain’t done. Everyone just left and now I’m waiting for Shanice’s friend Nicole to come.
The doorbell rings and I buzz her in.
“Hi Isaiah, I brought you food.”
She holds up the bag of food which is Chik a Fila.
“Wow, Lil mama. Got me feeling all special bringing me expensive food.”
“Actually I was hungry and I’m not rude so I bought you some.”
“That’s still nice. I had a lady come in here to get a tattoo and tried to pay with pussy. That’s why I take deposits now. You paid early.”
“I wanted to get it out of the way. So let’s eat then you can do my tattoo.”
We eat in silence then I start working on her tattoo. While doing the outline, I notice she is making faces like she is in pain. I’m going to make conversation to distract her.
“So what do you do for a living?”
“I teach kindergarten in Brooklyn. PS 305.”
“Cool. Do you like it?”
“Yes. I like kids better than adults.”
“I can tell, you barely say anything to me and my brothers.”
" Y’all make me nervous, especially you. You always have a mean mug on your face.”
“Sorry, I got resting nigga face.”
She laughs
“It suits you but do you ever smile?”
“Yes, when I’m around my daughter and family.”
“Oh, you’re married? How long?”
“Nah, I’m single.”
“Is it because you scare women away cause of the mean-mugging?”
I laugh.
“Nah. Just ain’t find a good one which I don’t think I will. It’s too many thots out here.”
“Don’t pay attention to the thots, pay attention to new women. Change up your type. What kind of women do you like?”
“Down ass chicks that are freaky”
“Yes, that’s the problem. You want a ghetto girl like gherbo baby mama, a city girl that sells bundles, strip, wears fashion nova, and wants to own a boutique so she can sell her thot wear.” *Nikki
“That was so specific. Who hurt you?”
“I have a weakness for thugs which led to a broken heart when he left me for one of those types of women. Apparently, I wasn’t girly and hood enough.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“You don’t mean that ’cause that’s your type too. It’s okay I’m going to stay in my lane and find a cute, nerdy, good guy to be my bae. And you should date out of your type just like me. You can call me and tell me what happens.”
“I don’t know where to meet a normal female.”
“Maybe she is closer than you think.”
She gets quiet and I finish up her tattoo.
I wonder if that person made a another post about me.
