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Harlem Santino

Leaning against the booth Harlem smiled slowly shaking his head. Capri frowning lightly watching Greg stuff his face with shredded hash browns and eggs.

"You betta stop acting like Ms. Sara don't be feeding you." Mei said mirroring Cap before going back to gingerly feeding himself with his own hash browns.

The four were out at some corner diner after a long night of selling.

Capri nestled right under Harlem's arm, at first he was apprehensive seeing they were both tall men trying to cuddle in a little ass booth.

But after seeing Harlem's surprised little grin Capri just went along with it despite feeling a cramp tingling up the back of his leg.

Not even officially together and Capri was already wrapped around Harlem's finger.

"Oh shit, I forgot to tell y'all sooner my ma is throwing DaeDae a comin' home party and she want y'all and yo peoples to come." Greg spoke through his mouthful of food.

His eyes flicking between Capri and Mei eventually stopping at Harlem.

"Forreal? When he decided to come back?" Capri tilted his head, lifting his cup of strawberry lemonade to his mouth.

"Well ion know all the details but I bet it's got something to with our trifling ass daddy." Greg shook his head, looking down at his almost empty plate.

Taking his time scrapping up the remaining bit of food with the edge of his fork.

Daeshawn or DaeDae as he known to the Laurents was Greg's oldest brother who left Penbrook a few years ago.

"Yea we gon be there, that's cool with you?" Capri's voice lower a bit turning his head to Harlem letting his eyes trace over the light skinned man's face until Harlem smiled and nodded.

The two were progressively getting closer after their late night adventures, Capri was opening himself up to the idea of being with Harlem.

"So y'all done fucked yet?" Mei squinted his eyes  looking between the two of them. Capri snapped his head around, frowned deeply at Mei but didn't open his mouth. That of course had nothing to with Harlem's hand slowly gliding up Cap's thigh.

"Mei get out they business, ain't nobody trynna hear about their sexual activities." Greg grimaced, shivering as unwanted images creeped into his brain.

"You just mad you not getting ya back broke in." Mei rolled his eyes, leaning back into the booth with his arms folded and a bored expression in his face.

"Ain't nobody bending me over." Greg scoffed, pushing his plate and the others up into the center of the table so their waitress could pick them up easier.

"Oh, so you doing the bending, is that what it is?" Capri grinned mimicking Janet Jackson's off that one movie, Mei laughed looking at Greg's deadpanned face while Harlem shook his head in amusement.

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"Capri I'm not going to ask you again to come put this macaroni in the back of your daddy's truck. You know we have to be at Sara's in 20 minutes!" Eleni yelled from the kitchen, dressed in a beautiful cream chunky sweater and a pair of dark jeans. Her puffy curls naturally resting just at the top of her narrow shoulders.

Rushing out of his bedroom with a Harlem following distantly behind, Capri jogged into the kitchen giving his momma a bright smile as if that alone would ease the glare she was giving him. Taking the pan from her small hands Capri made his way outside leaving Harlem in the doorway of the kitchen.