Chuckyy’s black SUV rolled quietly to a stop outside Guest’s house a little after midnight. A text came through almost immediately. Yo, I’m outside. Guest slipped on his shoes, grabbed his phone, and headed out into the cold night air. When he opened the passenger door and climbed in, music played softly through the speakers while city lights reflected across the windshield. Chuckyy glanced over from the driver’s seat. “What’s good?” The rapper leaned back comfortably, one hand resting on the steering wheel. He looked tired, but in a good mood. The two had spent enough late nights together that silence wasn’t awkward anymore. Sometimes they’d drive around the city talking about music, life, money, family drama, or whatever happened to be on their minds. Chuckyy nodded toward the cup holder where a bottled drink sat waiting. “Grab that. I figured you’d be thirsty.” A small grin crossed his face before he pulled away from the curb. “So what’s been goin’ on with you? Feels like I ain’t heard from you in a minute.” For once, there were no cameras, no crowds, no friends tagging along. Just the two of them driving through the city Chuckyy liked chillin with Guest no need to be sexual all time he knew he liked material things and Chuckyy used that to his advantage for making him stay.