Tyree
"I'm sorry, they're what again?" Josiah's dad, Terrell, asked.
"Exactly what cousin said. They're his boyfriends with an S, Unc," Braelyn added.
"Thank you for your input, Braelyn," he says, quickly looking at her before going right back to staring at us.
"You're welcome," she says, proudly.
Josiah comes over to grab both our hands, slightly swinging them. "Yep, I was going to tell you two soon, but this is even better that y'all are finding out now." Siah tried his best to sound confident, but I know that he's nervous based on how he's sounding and looking.
His dad was going to say something else, but Josiah's mom cuts in. "Let's all take a seat, guys. I'm pretty sure we have a lot to catch up on. Plus, I want to get to know Pierre and Tyree."
So, that's all we do. We all take a seat in the living room. Terrell takes a seat in the reclining chair, whereas Janie takes a seat on the sofa next to Siah, who is sitting next to me and P.
Jolie and Braelyn were on the other section of the couch, sitting close to one another.
"Let's get to know them alright. This was a lot to drop on us and we just got here," Terrell said, looking between me and P.
It was quiet for a moment with nobody not really having an idea on what to say.
Josiah's dad is a middle-aged white man who sported a goatee and slightly receding hairline. Grays are coming into his beard and too on his hair. His face was a hard expression, often hard to read at times.
Josiah's mom is brown skin, looking slightly younger than her husband. Her wig almost looked natural with it being nicely laid and straight. Getting a good look at her, I can see where Josiah mostly gets his looks from. Jolie and her nearly looked like twins with how much they favored each other.
"Tyree, you said, right?" He then asks.
I nod my head, slightly forcing a smile. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, sir."
He doesn't say much but only squints his eyes at me, as if he's tryin' to point out something until he actually does so. "You have interesting teeth... It's different. What do they call them... Grills?" His dad says.
I let out a small chuckle. "Yes, sir."
His dad then looks over at Pierre, most likely judging his appearance as well. Pierre didn't hold back from scrunching his face up. He definitely wants to say something.
"Wow, you sure do have a lot of tattoos."
"Dad," Josiah says.
"What?"
I see why Josiah doesn't fuck with his dad. He's not likable at all because of how rude he is. He hasn't even been here for not even twenty minutes yet.
"So, what do you two do?" Josiah's mom asks.
"I make music," I answered.
They both looked at each other, amused. "Oh, what type of music do you make?" She asked, looking back at me.
"Rap."
Both his parents stare at me, blankly. I know what they probably thinking, but I could care any less about their personal opinions.
Forgot to give a fuck.
"Rap...? That's interesting... I'm a believer on whatever anybody wants to do, they can do it," Josiah's mom said, softly smiling.
His dad didn't say too much, only mumbling lowly. Then he looks back at Pierre. "And what do you do, Pierce?"
"Pierre," Pierre corrected sharply with a tight smile.
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General Fiction"He's mine too." Two of these enemies has hated each other with a passion since grade school. It was going to stay that way, at least that's what they thought until a new boy moves on their block with his older cousin. He is quiet and shy as if he s...
