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Uhhhh, I'on have nun to say fr so let's look at our babies :)
I love them so much, enjoy the chapter. It's long eshit too moe, fuck. —— Third Person. May 13th, 2021. Sixteen Days Until Graduation.
"So like... are you my dad or something?" Demitrius snickered as he laid his head on August's shoulder. "I'on wanna call you that shit."
"Man get the fuck on." August chuckled. "Do you want me be?"
Demitrius raised his head and shrugged looking at his lap. "Honestly, I already considered you as my dad. I've always have, even after you left Louisiana. I just... why you ain't tell me sooner? Is that why Ruth said she couldn't legally take me?"
August sighed heavily and removed the shades off his face. "Yeah bruh. Honestly I was gon' tell you but it slipped my mind. On top of that, I felt like your father anyway so I ain't feel the need to tell you. I felt like it wouldn't have made a difference either way, you know?"
Demitrius nodded his head and shrugged. "I'm glad it's you and nobody else. I know we don't spend much time together but you'll always be my favorite person, my number one forever."
"And vice versa, D. You got my heart, you know that." August muttered. "I got you until the wheels fall off and even then I'ma still have you."
They dapped each other up and chuckled. "It's too quiet."
August nodded and reached for the ashtray that was on the coffee table. He began to open the bag of weed and put some into a grinder. "Chris took baby out and Sin burying himself in his work at the trap." August sighed.
"Man... are they okay? Sincere wouldn't even sleep too close to me last night."
"Don't take that shit personal, D. I know its hard not to but that's just how Sin operates. He don't want pity, he don't want the sad looks, he don't want to deal with the emotion. He just got his heart broke by his father, the one that's supposed to protect him you dig? Just be there for him and be patient."
"You're right Aug... I just hope this doesn't set him back." Demitrius frowned.
"Shit, me too man. Me too." August sighed.
——
"Hey boss." Tony greeted as he peeked his head into Sincere's office at the trap.
"Wassup, Tone. You ain't gotta call me that, you know that." Sincere said, not bothering to look up. "What you got for me?"
"We gotta make this drop out in the farms, but um... that's Creedz territory so what you wanna do?" Tony asked, fully stepping into the office with Alonzo walking in not even a few seconds later.
"We make that drop nigga." Sincere laughed. "Shit just got personal, I'm really about to say fuck that whole operation and just handle all this shit by myself." Sincere shrugged, mindlessly shuffling papers.
