Conversations with Chris #2

                                    

                                          
"Fuck off, you're a rapper! I'm not showing you my amateur-trash-raps!" I told him embarrassed
                          
"I'll have to find them, myself then!" He grabbed my phone, unlocking it
                          
"Jackpot!" He exclaimed, obviously when he found them
                          
"I like this one!" He said, reading out loud my (Sorry, but I ain't telling y'all the song😅) remix
                          
"I was inspired by yours!" I said proudly, half-smiling to myself 
                          
"You should post this, why is it still in your notes, I should be seeing a video  of you rapping this on my screen right now!" He said
                          
"Over-exaggerating much?" I asked
                          
"Maybe a little, but seriously tho..." He told me giving me a look
                          
"I'm not going to show my 'talent' to anyone, but the people that already know bout it!" I stated
                          
"That way you'll never have a chance at becoming a rapper, if I thought like that back then, I wouldn't be where I am today!" He gave me a good example
                          
"I know I have the skills, but I don't think I'd ever succeed as a rapper, even though I really wish I could!" I looked down, crossing my arms over my chest
                          
"You can't know, if you don't try first!"
                          
"Ugh I know, I know. There's just this liiiittle tiny detail, that's been holding me back!" I said as playfully as I could, but nervous as fuck
                          
"And what would that be?"
                          
"I'm scared to pursue my dream! Like..scared. My best friends tell me that I got this, that I'm too young too worry about if I wouldn't make it and that they'll try to help me, but I-I just-" I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, while letting out a shaky breath
                          
"Hey, hey look at me.." 
                          
I lifted my head up slowly, looking everywhere, except for his face.
                          
"I know it scares you because it seems difficult, and it is, I can't lie about that..but you have people supporting you, they're there for you. You just need to stop being a pussy and show the rest of the world whatchu got!"
                          
"I'm NOT a pussy!" I whispered, gritting my teeth
                          
"You said yourself that you're scared to pursue your fucking dream, because of what may or may not happen, it looks like a pussy move to me!" I knew what he was trynna do, but yet it was working out perfectly
                          
"I'll prove I'm not a fucking pussy! If I posted a video of me rapping on Instagram, would you shut the fuck up?" I asked, getting irritated
                          
"I don't know, do it and you'll find out"  He shrugged, smirking


                          
A/n: If I finally decided to actually stop being a pussy and fr posted a vid, would you check it out (that's IF you want to of course, I'm not pressin nobody)
                          
🖤🖤🖤-J