You were a 22 year old famous rapper from New York. You were so loved and protected. You grew up spoiled and had everything you ever wanted. Your one flaw? You were a player. You played boys left and right as if it was the easiest thing and it was. I mean you just didn’t like any boy ever. So you played them and didn’t care at all for the hearts and love they gave you. I mean you had niggas crying and on the knees for you. You and old didn’t matter youd play them. You were the finesser.

Until you met Zion. Looking at Zion was like looking at your future, a future you didn’t think you had. He knew your history and he found it funny how around him you’d listen to his every move. Zion was your savior and could do no wrong. So you hid him. And you hid him good. As in no one in your life knew of him. You were so scared of losing him, you kept him at arms length. But Zion didn’t like that. He needed the world to know about y’all.

Tonight you had a show in Atlanta, and a crowd of 500,000 people. You were already in a bad mood since Zion was ignoring your calls and text for an unknown reason. So when the music cut half way through the show, you wanted to scream in irritation. The crowd went quiet confused to the malfunction.

“Fix ya face ma, what you pouting fa?” You hear a voice, and that’s when the crowd spilt into two and you see Zion walking to you while you were on stage. You couldn’t even smile because he was showing everyone y’all was messing around and you did not like that.

You were about to say something until he pointed to the sky, and two planes flew over the stadium writing “May I be your boyfriend?” Written in the sky. The crowd went wild when they put two and two together and realized yall was messing around.