Carter is dealing with a lot,; his daughter, his relationship with his brother, the fact that he had murdered his uncle... and something that happened to his boyfriend that caused Carter to turn to someone not even recognizes.
Terron is suffering...
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What the fuck was I doing here? I mean... Quez was my boy.... In fact, I knew him longer than almost anybody and it was pretty obvious he was trying to distance himself from Fredo and ManMan..... maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought..... We sat in his basement/bedroom passing the blunt back and forth while watching some meaningless NBA clips, with Lennox being out of town and Brittany Hills not feeling like home anymore, I was doing anything I could to avoid that place and since my options were limited I figured I could chill with him since he was attempting to salvage our friendship. I could've gone to the barbershop but I was lowkey avoiding that place as well..... Aight so here's the deal, Black had been teaching me to cut hair and while I was enjoying it, I wasn't his only student and the new nigga that was working there.... Let me just say it was EXTREMELY difficult to be around him and his 150 pair of grey sweatpants and I swear more than a few times he done caught me staring at his print and every time he'd smirk, adjust his log, and act like he didn't see me.... If I stayed around him too long I just knew I'd end up asking him the infamous question 'You smoke?'. I shook my head because thinking about him was making me brick and I tried to focus on the video but I was more of an NFL guy, basketball just didn't interest me like that.
"Where the hoes at?" Quez asked grabbing the remote and turning the video off.
"Fuck if I know... you the one with a different girl every month, call one of your exes. I'm sure one of them would love having the honor of being in your presence." I said sarcastically. "I'm just trying to watch the game... I need to get away from that hellhole where I'm living and you... unfortunately, are my only option." I said sitting back in the seat. "Have you talked to Fredo and ManMan?" I asked.
"Nah... honestly, it's fuck them nigga..... I don't like that slimy shyt and them niggas.... Well, they tend to get me into too much trouble. First it was the shyt with Duron, then them niggas and your mom, and then them burning down Duron's house.... That shyt was foul and I didn't cosign none of it, I don't want to be anywhere near them niggas when Doonie starts looking to get his lick back." Quez said and I nodded. "Anyways, where that nigga Lennox?" Quez asked as he started rolling up yet another blunt.
"Fuck if I know...." I said again. "I don't keep track of that nigga." I lied casually.
"Yeah, right, we both know you're his lil bottom.... If that nigga was here, you'd probably be suckin his meat." Quez said laughing.
"Nigga you got me fucked up..." I said heatedly, though my heart was racing.... Nah, I just needed to play it cool, there was no way that nigga could know about me, I mean sure I had a few slip ups but I've never been caught. "Wassup with these gay ass questions? You're ass probably be in here beatin your meat to the thought of some gay shyt happening between me and Lennox." I said laughing.
"Nah.... But I do be stroking my dick at the thought of eating your ass." Quez said shrugging. "Come on Masai.... I've known you for a grip, you can try to hide that shyt but I see through you.... I know you get down and well.... I'm tryin to fuck." Quez said and I had to shake my head because there was no way this was fuckin happening.
