Trying To Maintain

T H I R T Y - F O U R

Drevon

It has only been two months since Timitrius started this job...and he already quit. All I been hearing after we came back from lunch break is how this nigga got into it with one of the supervisors. Just today at that.

We work in different areas of the plant, so it ain't like I saw it myself or anything like that.

I know he got Uncle Ced hot. He got to talking about how he had to stretch his neck out to get him the job and he just blew it and made him look bad.

Like I said, I don't know what happened, but I'm on my way home to find out.

I pull in my driveway to see two other cars that aren't mine along with Tim's. I throw my head back and groan before parking on the street. I get out slightly irritated already because I know he got a house full of people.

I walk in and it's exactly what I though I'd see. A bunch of nigga's with food wrappers and trash all over the living room table and floor. It's also a cloud of smoke in this mother fucker with loud music blasting from the sound bar I got connected to the living room TV.

"Wuzzam bitch?" Will greets me all excitedly. This got to be the worlds friendliest nigga. I wasn't ever super friendly with him for him to be so excited to see me.

I ain't have beef with him or nothing, just as of late, he been putting a bad taste in my mouth. Seem like he influences Timitrius more than the latter gives him credit for. I am well aware of Tim being a grown ass man, but he acts like a teenager and is easily peer pressured into doing dumb shit.

"What's up, mane." I nod at him. I look around and look at the five other nigga's. I've seen them a few times over the course of the two months that he been out; being that they're his friends and all. It's this one homeboy he got that just get my chest tight. I don't know what it is, but something about the nigga don't sit right with me.

I don't care for none of these niggas to be honest though. Booty be different when he around them, but when I speak my mind I'm in the wrong. Or I'm judgmental and some more shit. I mean, I get where he coming from because I know none of these nigga's personally, nor do I try to get to know them. I just try to keep Tim from hanging out with them so fucking much. 

"Wuzzam," they all greet me one by one. I just nod my head at all of them, and make my way to our shared bedroom to shower and get ready for bed.

I don't even know if I should call it our room anymore. Tim ended up moving all of his stuff out last month so we wouldn't seem suspect to his homeboys. I wish he was ready to come out, but I'm not going to rush or force it.

I don't even feel like eating no more.

It takes me about an hour to get myself all the way situated and in the bed. I start watching Vampire in Brooklyn on the TV in our room. I ended up getting a jail broke Fire stick, so I can watch almost any movie there is.

Halfway through the movie, Timitrius comes in and lays down with me. We laugh together as the church scene comes to an end.

"Evil is good, and ass is good; and if you get yourself a piece of evil ass...whew!"

This nigga Eddie Murphy is funny as fuck.

I ignore my ill feelings and everything I wanted to say. "You lock the front door?" I ask lowly.

"Yeah." He answers back lowly. Then I feel him shift next to me, and feel him staring a hole in the side of my face. I continue to ignore him. He wraps his arms around me, and I gently pull them off of me. "You mad at me, bae?"

"What happened?" I pause my movie and sit up with my back against the headboard.

"What you mean?"

"Now ain't the time, Timitrius." I let him know I'm not up for no bullshit.