Love Me Like XO (BxB)

XII

Los Angeles , CA
Saturday
📍Hezekiah’s House

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"Bitch, I'm from Memphis, what you know about me? Big G-L-O in that GLE ugh ugh." Levania rapped along to the song as he was watching a video on TikTok.

"You ova' der' soundin' like a hoodrat. Pick up a book or watch TV asum." Hezekiah said as he walked by shaking his head before entering the kitchen.

"That was not very demure of you. Stay hatin' on me." Levania mumbled with a mug on his face as he eyed his brother after walking in behind him.

"Sayin' I'm hatin' means that what you were doing was relevant to me. Imma hold your hand when I say this, it wasn't." Hezekiah grinned in his face before opening the fridge and taking a gatorade.

"When did yo' ass get all sassy?" Levania asked and Hezekiah straight faced him.

"I'm not sassy."

"Ha! Could've fooled me." Levania said before opening the cabinet behind him and taking out a bag of bread.

"What you finna' make?" Hezekiah asked, though he already had an idea what it was.

"Sandwiches." At the mention, Hezekiah’s expression changed in an instant.

"Can you make me one, please?" Hezekiah practically begged, and Levania rolled his eyes. Hezekiah was a known big back, and one thing he knew for sure was that Levania could make rice and butter taste like a five-star meal. He was just that good.

Levania was the lucky one out of all four of them to get their mother’s culinary skills. They all knew how to cook, but they couldn't hold a candle to Levania.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood." He said before taking out some extra bread. He got down to business frying up the bacon and melting the cheese before mixing up his special sauce. He gave Hezekiah his sandwich, and the man wasted no time taking a huge bite out of it and practically moaning at the burst of flavors that dance on his tongue.

"Mmm dis phit dot tat prack n tch." He spoke, his mouth full, and Levania watched him with confused eyes as he tried to disect what his brother said. Hezekiah swallowed and let out a loud burp as he drank some juice to help wash it down, and Levania's face contorted in disgust.

"Dis shit got dat crack in it." He clarified, and Levania shook his head before picking up his plate and walked back into the living room before sitting and putting on a random movie.

He was less than halfway through his sandwich when the gang walked in, and they made sniffing noises as they wondered what smelt so delicious.

"What smells so...." Marcus started and trailed off when he saw the delicious half eaten sandwich in Levania’s lap.

"There's more in the kitchen if y'all hungry and leave an extra one, please." He said, not bothering to look up and laughed to himself when he heard the group run into the kitchen and argue like starved savages.

"Oh ma gahd bruh. Levvy, dis shit tastes like Jesus's nipple. Just heavenly." Dre said, gaining some weird looks from the group.

"Forreal doa', shit gotta nigga feeling to marry you." Harlem spoke as he eyed Levania.

"Don't make me shoot you nigga." Marcus said while glaring at Harlem who rolled his eyes at his friend.

'He can get this work any day on foenem.' Harlem thought before focusing back on his sandwich. Dancing in his seat as the taste of the crispy bacon pieces and melted cheese felt like butter on his tongue. Rich and smooth.