IN WHICH- two men struggling to find themselves in a world full of people who seem to have everything figured out, not only find themselves, but one another.
NBANARDO.
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INTRODUCTION.
THE CAFETERIA WAS NOISY— so it was to no surprise that Kentrell hadn't noticed his friends who'd made their way back from the lunch line, and to the table they'd sit at every day.
After feeling someone hug him from behind, he instantly paused the music that was playing in his AirPods, giving them his undivided attention, a small grin spreading across his face.
It was Tyquian.
"You good Trell?" He asked before taking a seat at the table. Taymor soon followed suit.
"Yeah gang. Wassup witchu'? Everything ight?"
"Yeah. I'm good. Thank yall fa' asking tho'." Kentrell replied, his tone blank.
"You sure mane? You know we always gotchu' right?" Tyquian assured.
"Yeah. Just lowkey tired of this school shit. It ain't my thang at all."
"Aye man, I feel you. I'm glad we out this bitch soon tho'. " Taymor stated, relieved.
"Nah forreal."
"Y'all decided on what y'all wanted to do yet? Like after graduation and shit?" Tyquian questioned.
"I mean.. I was thinking bout' going to the army or sumn' cause my charges getting waived soon and I ain' really gone have nothin' on my record." Taymor shrugged.
"They offer to pay for yo' schooling while you in there, plus the money ain't lookin' too bad." He hesitantly added on.
Tyquian and Kentrell both looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.
"The army gang? The fuckin' army? Hell naw. I knew we shouldn't have let yo' dumb ass take them JROTC classes." Tyquian shook his head, causing Taymor and Kentrell to let out a few laughs.
"Yeah yeah, niggas got jokes I see."
"Y'all should be happy a nigga tryna change his life around mane. Allat' going to jail shit ain't cute, and neva' was. I just wanna make my mama proud, cause I know she tired of me fucking up." Taymor truthfully voiced.
"That's some real ass shit you just said dawg. I'm proud of you." Kentrell remarked. Him and Taymor dapping each other up before shaking hands.
"Nah but on some real shit, you got my respect Tay. It's all love gang. We getting older and ion wanna see you niggas, nor myself going down the wrong path, doing childish shit that could fuck up our lives." Tyquain spoke in agreeance.
"Real shit."
"You know whatchu gone be doing in there? Like you gone be in combat or you gone have a civilian type job?" Tyquain followed up.
"To be honest witchu' ion know yet. But Ion wanna be round' no guns while serving so prolly something civilian. I'd be cool with just cutting hair in that hoe." Taymor replied.
