W60th Street

Was it morning? What the hell did I drink? What the hell did I smoke? this pillow was way softer than it was the night before and the bed felt a little comfier.

"Wait" I whispered to myself sitting up in the bed that wasn't the one from Nipsey's studio room.

The breeze from the fan hit against my naked body, I clutcwhed the sheets against my body slowly looking to my right side seeing Nipsey sleeping peacefully with his arm behind his head.

"No, we couldn't have" I mumbled pulling the sheet up, revealing my complete nakedness and Nipsey with only boxer briefs labeled with The Marathon around the waist band.

"Don't panic Erin, you do get naked when you get shit faced"

I took the sheet off easing out of the bed cautiously not to wake Nipsey, my legs felt like a bowl of Jello.

"Maybe you danced a lot"

I tried convincing myself I didn't have drunk and high sex with Nipsey.

"The condoms" I snapped my fingers, tip toeing to his dresser to check the unopened box of condoms I had found yesterday, my soul left my body seeing the seal broken on the box of twenty condoms.

"You have got to be kidding me" I faked cried counting up only eighteen condoms left.

This wasn't what I came to Crenshaw for, I came here to work on my craft not to become a gang member and have wild sex with a guy that wasn't usually my type. I was spiraling out of control, and I didn't like the feeling.

I had to remove myself out of this room, if I didn't remember last night then neither would he. Here was a time that my acting skills could come out and play to work in my favor.

"I'm so sore"

I would have appreciated remembering getting fucked last night, from the amount of soreness and condoms used, it had to be at least decent.

: I see your money is really low, remember you are responsible for generating more money for yourself or try and figure out how to survive off of what you have.

I needed to sit down and make myself a strict budget to live by while I was living out here maybe even go on a vegan diet to cut down on the cost of food. I got into the shower hurriedly washing myself before Nipsey woke up I wanted to get out of this house, because I was too afraid to figure out if he was aware of our activities the night before.

"Damn why you ain't wake me up? I got to go out and sell clothes"

I could hear him peeing in the toilet, did none of these doors in this house have working locks, I needed to try and get myself together so he wouldn't suspect something was up.

" I just woke up"

Could he just leave the bathroom so I could breathe normally again? I felt butterflies in my belly just thinking about what we did last night.

"On hood last night was a fucking movie Boog"

"Yeah, I still feel slightly intoxicated"

"You was fucking on one, on hood you was throwing up da set and Slim taught you how to Crip walk"

Why did his memory have to be so fucking good? I was terrified to find out if he told me about us having sex.

" I ain't never drank so much in my life, on hood I don't know what happened after Slim ran down da block naked as hell"

Thank you God, you are so good to me! I took my time washing and prepare myself to put on the act of a lifetime.

"You up for helping me sell some shit wit yo celebrity status?"

"Yeah I can do that for you"

Nipsey left out the bathroom giving me time to sneak out the shower and throw on my towel, I ran down the short hall to my room closing the door behind me.

"Niggas stealing condoms now, on hood they cheap as fuck"

Nipsey laughed in his room, I kept thanking God he didn't remember a damn thing after he blacked out. I sat on the bed wrapped in the towel while tweeting.

@: I will be at Crenshaw and Slauson with a friend of mine selling tees and socks from his personal clothing line, come out show your support and get a selfie with me.

Locking my phone I got my sweat suit for the day putting it on, after wearing this I needed to laundry. I wanted to throw my hair in a neat ballerina bun but the hickies on my neck hindered me from doing it.

I went downstairs to the house being clean, these were the cleanest men I had ever met. No party I ever attended was cleaned up after it was over.

"You got everything you need"

The way he looked down at me, made me feel funny and a flash of me riding his dick with my hand holding onto the back of his neck came into my brain.

"You good?"

"Um yeah, just hungover"

I pushed some hair behind my ear, letting him lead the way out of the house. I smiled at Cane's house surrounded with blue balloons and teddy bears. My goal to make sure Cane wasn't forgotten was accomplished.

"You did dat, on hood you got street cred for it from da set"

"Like Cane I didn't do it for recognition, he deserved to be honored for the hero and loyal man he was" Nipsey stood beside me at the passenger side door.

"Let me try something different" He opened up my door for me, I smiled at him doing something out of his usual routine.

"Thank you, I know this has to be hard for you"

"Shut up so I can close dis door and go get on my side"

Just like that his kind gesture had been ruined with his smart ass mouth, I rolled my eyes keeping my eyes out of the side window when he got in.

"On hood you gotta have tougher skin dealing wit me and these streets"

"I like my respect I'm sure you can relate with me on that"

"I opened yo door and been singing yo praises since we got up dis morning dat ain't enough respect for you? I ain't gonna bow down to you dat ain't me"

Keeping my mouth shut was the best thing I could do right now to avoid making this more than what it was. Nipsey drove to our destination where his brother was already set up with a crowd of people with bags of tees standing around.

"What da fuck?"

I sighed getting myself mentally ready to smile non stop for pictures and greet paying customers to help Blacc and Nipsey pull in a great amount of cash.

"It's her, it's her!"

A young girl among the crowd screamed while I climbed out of Nipsey's car the cameras started to flash, I smiled and waved.

"Can I have your autograph?" A guy asked excitedly with his phone up towards my face.

"Did you buy some shirts from my friends?"

He smiled holding his bag up and taking a shirt out for me to sign.

"Anybody that wants an autograph buy a t-shirt"

I announced standing behind the table, Nipsey nodded his head at me taking money and handing out shirts while I autographed each customers shirt.

"If you want a selfie you have to buy at least two t-shirts or a t-shirt and a pack of socks"

I shouted trying to get them to spend even more money for Nipsey and Blacc.

"On hood dis da fastest our shit ever sold"

Nipsey grinned widely at the money in the safe box, I felt good knowing I could help them achieve something they hadn't before.

"Erin, I'm with CBS Los Angeles what is the purpose behind your support of a small business in the heart of Crenshaw?" I didn't want this moment to be about me so I pushed Nipsey in front of me to face the reporter.

" One of the owners and Crenshaw native can answer that for you"

"Can I have your name sir?"

"Ermias but I prefer my nickname Nipsey Hussle"

" What is your goal behind selling t-shirts and socks?" The reporter held out a mic with her camera man behind her.

"My goal is to raise money to purchase da store behind me wit da for lease sign in the window, wit my older brother Sam, we just tryna show young men in our neighborhood dat it doesn't matter where you live you can still make something out of yourself"

I smiled at him proudly, this was his moment to get his voice heard and for people to start recognizing him for his music and clothing.

"When you buy the store what is next for you and your brother?"

"We plan on putting our money into other businesses to open up job opportunities for people in our community so they don't have to go da illegal route to provide for their families or themselves"

"Nipsey one last question for you, if anyone out of the state of California wants to purchase your clothes where can they go to do so?"

"They can order da shirts on Slauson Tees dot com or hit me up on my Instagram @NipseyHussle"

I yanked on his arm bursting in joy that he had gotten air time to promote his clothing line, Blacc saluted me still collecting money from customers.

"You did it! so many people are going to want your shirts"

"Nah you did it, I appreciate da support from you"

He gave me a side hug going back to selling his merchandise, while I did my job signing shirts and taking selfies.

...............

A day of standing and smiling my face and feet were aching, I lounged on Nipsey's couch watching the news for Nipsey's interview, he handed me a plate of left overs and a cup of liquor.

"I ain't miss it did I?"

"No, hurry up and sit down it's coming on after the commercials"

He sat down beside me taking a sip from his cup putting his feet up on the coffee table, the commercials in it and his interview played out.

"Crenshaw native and aspiring rapper Nipsey Hussle caused a buzz on the side walk at Crenshaw and Slauson while selling his clothing from his clothing line Slauson Tees along side his older brother Samiel and celebrity friend Erin London"

I couldn't stop smiling at how they spoke nothing but good things about him, Nipsey looked at himself on the television closely nodding his head at what the reporter had to say about him.

"I was really robbing niggas da other day now I'm on television and I can't stop giving you my respect cuz, you could have easily made shit about you but you stepped back and let a nigga promote his shit"

"I know how it feels to accomplish goals you've set out, I wanted you and Blacc to get a taste of that feeling"

"On hood you my nigga for life"

I blushed staring down at my food, the more I got to know Nipsey the more he became my type.

"Your nigga? I'm a woman though" Nipsey laughed shaking his head.

"We gotta get you out dis house to show you how Crenshaw women talk and act so you can really get yo role shit together"

I got up from the couch to refill my drink, bending over in the fridge I felt warmth behind me.

"Really Nipsey?" I grabbed the left over bottle of Moet, he snatched the bottle from me putting it on top of the fridge backing me into it.

"W-What are you doing?"

His body was pressed against mine, I looked around the kitchen nervously trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"You gonna keep pretending?"

"I don't know what you are talking about"

I tried getting past him, he pressed against me harder pushing my hair back revealing the hickies. A flash back of me in doggy style on the bed while Nipsey pounded deep inside of me came to mind and gave me goosebumps.

"So you gonna act like we ain't go through two condoms last night and you try and sneak out of my room dis morning?"

"I-I -

"What's so wrong wit us grown ass adults enjoying each other?"

"It's not that it's just-

Nipsey stepped back nodding his head like he had come up with my answer.

"You too good for a hood nigga?"

I stayed quiet, I didn't particularity feel too good for Nipsey I just wasn't here to be his bed buddy, I didn't need distractions while I tried to handle what I came here for.

"I'm here to shadow you, this between us will only cause a distraction for me"

"I cause you to be distracted? bet" Nipsey grabbed the Moet " I won't bother you unless it got to do wit you learning about da hood"

He walked to the stairs leaving me in the kitchen flustered and confused, our day had gone so perfectly just to end so sourly.

" I need a blunt"