Jaylen Soo and his mom (Lily Soo) move in with his stepbrother and stepfather. It's difficult for him to get along with his stepbrother.
"Why doesn't he like me?" Jaylen seems to asks himself quite a lot.
Racism, Homophobia, Drugs (Weed) , Strong l...
kissing and hugging is permitted during ramadan btw ! just no sexual desire or sexual intercourse will be provided lol i forgot to tell y'all 😭. —————————————
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Kavari Keen Floyd Jr. (Vari/Junior) POV: Time: 12:15 a.m.
I'm heated. Why the fuck Gabriela rubbing and grinding up on my boy? How the fuck that help shit? All it did was piss me off.
"Why you ain't answer yo phone?" I ask Jay. He's staring out the window tryna avoid my gaze but that shit ain't gon work. Not in my car it ain't.
"My phone died. Can we go back for Kyah?" Kyah this. Kyah that. Man fuck Kyah.
"Plug up your phone and text her. I lied to my pops just for you. They think we're sleeping over at Chris house." Knowing good and damn well both of us can't stand that nigga.
Chris can either be your best friend or an annoying ass cousin.
Jaylen plugs his phone up waiting patiently for it to turn on in order to text his lil friend.
I don't even fuck with Kyah. She weird. Weird ass energy.
"So we letting people grind up against us now? How'd you feel if I let Kyah give me a lap dance?"
Knowing good and well I'd never let that shit happen, even if I was paid. She's annoying and I hope she knows that too.
Jaylen stays quiet going on his phone to text Kyah.
Oh word? Ok, keep that same energy.
"You deadass blowing me Jay. You think fucking with Gabriela gon fix everything?"
It sure as hell won't. Getting me jealous won't do shit.
"Are you fucking serious." Jaylen says more as a statement than question.
I glance at him quickly realizing he isn't talking to me. "What?"
"Kyah left after we got separated, I was looking for her for no reason." He says leaning back in his seat.
See.
Weird ass energy.
It's quiet. Only thing that heard is that one song by the Bryson Tiller nigga. I used to think him and Chris Brown were the same person.
...
Oh shit.
Fuck, I left Chris at the party.
"Fuck.." I mutter pulling over to the side of the road. Jaylen gives me a confused look but shrugs it off.
The nigga annoying, but he not as annoying as Kyah. At least Kyah ok, but this my homeboy.
