Streetlife

15 - Embarrassed

STEF POV

As I leave Julius' apartment, I'm so fucking pissed beyond words for the entire day had been crap. Complete crap which I didn't get. It was fine when I got off the bus and we went back to Frank's apartment which I actually thought was pretty cool. Hell, I mean he had his own place, and I didn't care how it looked, or that it was in some shitty area! It was the fact that it was his and I was excited to share it with him! HAD BEEN.

Ever since we ran into his cutie-pie friend at the coffee shop, he's been anxious, controlling and downright annoying. It seems we fought all fucking day about this party he invited us to, and I didn't see what the big fucking deal was. But right now I couldn't stand to be in his presence, and the last thing I wanted to do was meet his fucking friends. I was already sick of my brother, as I stand outside the apartment building on 41st street and light a smoke as I watch the crowds of people walk by on this hot ass August night.

Hell , maybe I wasn't from New York City, and like little Miss Fancy Ass pointed, out I knew it wasn't Boston. I'd have to be blind and stupid not to see that, and she was a real epic bitch and I'd be happy never seeing her snotty ass again, for out of all of Frank's friends, she proceeded to piss me the fuck off.

"Stef, those are my friends up there! My good friends and it's not right how you treated them! They welcomed you with open arms!! How could you be so rude?" I suddenly hear seeing my brother walk out of the building and stand right in front of me. I puff my smoke and roll my eyes as I walk away from him. "Stef! Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!"

"What, FRANK?" I turn back around and look right into his sensitive eyes.

"Did you not just hear me? Why were you so rude to my friends?"

"Oh fuck your friends, Francis! They are just as uptight as you fucking are. That weird ass hippie girl trying to read my fucking palm, that snotty ass one with the curly hair trying to school me like she's my mama. Oh, and your other friend, Jayson. What's his deal? Acting like he's not gonna take my photos!"

"His name is Julius, and he's my best friend, Stef."

"Yeah? I thought I was your fucking best friend, Frank. Not some fucking weirdo fag in a kimono!" I spit back as his face turns redder then ever as he steps towards me.

"Hey! That's not nice! Especially since you know that..."

"Look, I didn't mean you. Okay? You know I didn't mean you! Jesus, Frank!"

"You still said it, and that hurts. You don't know all he's done for me since I've been here, Stef." He brings his fists up to his head as he looks very distressed, and it's pissing me off even more for why was he acting irrational? Was he using?

"How would I? You don't tell me shit, Frank. I don't even know what the fuck it is you do! You NEVER once told me about any of these friends! EVER!"

"I, I didn't get a chance to tell you about them and I told you, I do bar-tending!"

"Yeah, and I told you I wanted to go and hang with you tonight while you work. But NOOOOOO you want me to stay locked up!!" I throw down my cigarette butt as I step on it, blowing smoke out of my mouth. "And you could have told me about them since they are SO IMPORTANT!! Write it in a fucking letter!!

"I'm not locking you up!!! It's just the city is not safe for you to be out, Stef and you don't know your way around. I just care about you, baby sis, don't you get that? I'm not tryin to be Dad but I know you are nicer then how you were upstairs. Lena is my friend too and Callie. And you still haven't met Tessy! They're my family here, and I told them you were coming, and they were excited to meet you, and you ruined it!!!!!" He begins fidgeting now as he bites his fingers, and I fold my arms across my chest in even more annoyance.