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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After my fifth time zoning out Dre was over playing with me. So he was more than happy when his brother came home from work and took my spot.
"Bro, you ain't bring home no food?" Dre asked, glaring at his younger brother.
Marcus shook his head, "I did. I just left it on the counter. I got you the same thing, too, E."
Marcus had two jobs. He worked at Red Lobster and Amazon overnight a couple days a week. The nigga was also doing music on the side. He had mad fucking talent and I wish he would focus on that more. But I understand life be happening.
He was the definition of light skin. Like if we turn the light off right now, the nigga might glow in the dark.
That's light as fuck.
These two were the closet thing I had to having brothers. When things were tense at home, this was the first place I'd run to. Being an only child had its pros, like sure, I ain't have to share shit, but watching how close they were had me feeling like I missed out on something good.
At the mention of food, Dre hopped up and ran down to the kitchen and came back with the Red Lobster bags. I don't even think he heated the shit up or nothing, that's how fast he got back.
Only a savage could eat cold pasta.
He dropped my container on my lap and I just put it to the side. Food was the last thing on my mind right now. I was low key kinda nervous after talking to Sin on Instagram. This nervous shit was new for me and I am not fucking with this feeling at all.
I had to get my shit together really quick because oh my God, this bitch was on my body real bad and I ain't wanna fuck up.
Apparently she been wanting to fuck with me. I wish she would've told be that shit years ago, the fuck. When I asked why she ain't say nothing she said, "You always had a lot going on."
Which, might've been true, I ain't gone cap. Back in Junior and Sophmore year I was a hoe. I was green as fuck and the bitches started checking for me after I started getting nicer on the field, but I chilled out a lot since then.
"Eric smiling mad hard. Fuck you texting?" Marcus reached over to snatch my phone and I leaned away. These niggas play too much.
Dre took a forkful off pasta into his mouth and inbetween mouthfuls he said, "He tryna get some pussy."
Alfredo sauce started coming out the sides of his mouth and shit. Marcus' smile turned down as he watched his brother, "You're disgusting."
