Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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The best part of the family parties is when it's ending and my favorite cousins are the only ones left. It just sucked this time because Marcus couldn't stay, something about work. Dre could, though and I was closer with him anyway.
Mom and Dad took it down early and Dre helped me with the rest of the cleaning. It wasn't much at all. It was just family so it ain't like they would trash the place. Just really moving the trash bags to the cans and putting all the tables and chairs in the garage.
We finished that fast as fuck so we could get to the real fun.
Getting high as fuck.
He pulled out a fat ass bag of weed and we each rolled like three dutches. We both sparked up and I inhaled, looking back at the house and all the lights were off except the ones in the kitchen. I squinted to see if it was any movement and I ain't see none, but that ain't mean the nigga wasn't in there.
Dre's slap on my back brought me back, "Damn, Nigga we ain't even smoke, yet, and you paranoid already?"
I winced in pain, he heavy handed as fuck. I shook my head, "First of all, ow bitch." I slapped his back. " And nah, you know my dad be on mad bullshit. If that Nigga catch me smoking, he gone be on my ass and I'on need all that."
He pulled the dutch, holding the smoke in his mouth for a couple seconds, "Nah, I feel you. Ya dad intense ass fuck. Like super! But, shit. At least it paid off, though, y'all got this nice ass house. I wish my dad gave a fuck about me."
I nodded. It was hard to complain around my cousin because they lived in the projects and shit. I had an overactive father, if that even was a thing, and some of them had none. Dre had one, though, he just wasn't around us much. I only seen him like a handful of times because I'm the cousin on his mom side.
I was definitely grateful, but it wasn't all peaches and creams. And if he caught me right now, I'd never hear the end of it. So I made us move to his car.
He sucked his teeth, but picked up all his shit anyway.
"I'm not cutting the air on either." Dre said, unlocking the doors.
I rolled my eyes, opening my side, "Nigga, that's cause this shit ain't got none." The door creaked loud as shit.
He was riding around in a White 2007 Pontiac, they don't even make these shits anymore.
He dropped his seat back and I did the same. We ain't have to pass shit around because we had our own, so we just smoked and talked shit, "So, what you been up to?" I asked him.
Dre shrugged, "Shit. Same shit, different day." He was looking straight up at the ceiling in daze kinda.
He was like my twin almost. Same skin color and build and everything. Would've thought we had the same dad and shit. He just had locs down to his shoulder and lighter eyes, but still.
"I ain't seen you in like a year, it ain't the same shit." He stayed quiet, so I tried again, "You still with that girl?" Destiny, I think her name was. I don't know for sure, but what I remember is that she was bad as hell. She was Darkskin and pretty, with a fat ass butt. Like grip that shit with both hands and clap them cheeks together kinda fat.
He groaned, finally coming back to the conversation, "Don't bring that bitch up! She's a hoe."
"Damn," I laughed, "But you was so in love! What the fuck happened?" I swear to God, he'd be posting this girl every day on Instagram.
He leaned up in his seat so I knew he was serious, "I had the feeling she was a hoe, you know. So I did what any sensible nigga would do, you feel me..."
Here we fucking go. I don't think he ever did anything sensible in his life.
"Look," He dug his phone out his pockets and scrolling, "I had Mal inbox the bitch and try and link and the bitch linked him!" He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel.
I put my face in my hand, "Oh hell no!"
He sucked his teeth, "Right!" Dre shook his head in disbelief. He gave me the phone and it was definitely screenshot of the messages between her and Mal. And I was right her name was Destiny. Yeah, she was tryna get fucked for real by the way she was flirting in these messages.
"Yeah, she slow as fuck for that. How she ain't put two and two together?" I passed the phone back. Mal and Dre been friends since middle school. They ain't chill everyday or hang in the same circles in school, but they was still cool. That's crazy I never thought she would've been like that.
Bitches is crazy, for real.
"Cause she just like you said. Slow as fuck. I need to go where the fuck you at and get me a college girl. These bitches around here all the same."
I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck, "They not that different."
Suddenly my throat started feeling dry as fuck. I coughed trying to relieve, but it just made the shit dryer. I started to regret not bringing shit to drink out here with me. Cotton mouth was a bitch.
I tried to fuck one girl at school and got kicked out. After that it was only Gavin and I couldn't tell him that shit. "Nah, I'on know about this pussy, but the dick be good as fuck."
Yeah aight.
Dre finished his dutch, throwing it out the window, "I need to see for myself." He mumbled.
"You could've," I told him, "You still can. Dad can prolly pull some strings."
We graduated same the same year, but when I went off to Tillman, he started at some local community college downtown.
"He shrugged, "I mean, I guess. I'on play football, though."
"So? That shit don't matter. It's not too late to apply, at least not for the winter. I'll help you and shit."
"That would be fucking dope, yo. See this why you my favorite cousin. I love you, man." He leaned over, draping his arm over my shoulder. I pushed that shit off. Too hot in this small ass car.
"Do all this shit when you get in."
I finally felt my high starting to kick in. I always knew I was high when my body felt heavy. I just wanted to sink into the seat.
Suddenly the car revved up. I jolted in my shit because what the fuck. I ain't even think this lil shit could start for real. He seat snapped back up and next thing I know he's pulling off.
"Aye, where we going?" It felt like we was moving fast as hell.
"Des just posted a story at this fucking party out East."
"Nigga, so?" The fuck that gotta do with us, especially me.
He looked down at me like I was the crazy one, "What you mean so? I'm bout to go get my bitch."
Oh, Hell no.
I sucked my teeth, "I thought you said she was a hoe and you was done with her ass?"
