The food was surprisingly good. I expected average but this is good. After everyone had finished eating we spent our last credits on games.
We were the last ones that left. We took our sweet time playing around. Brandon pushed me down the stairs as I was walking down.
I tripped him in the parking lot. He smiled. I got in the front but I'm guessing Brandon's sister wanted to sit with Anthony.
Anthony grew up so fast. I'm so proud of him. We sat in the parking lot talking and laughing. My dad was calling me. I sighed then swiped the decline button.
That shit threw off my whole night. Instead of me chilling I had my dad stuck in my head. I fucking hate his ass. Should bring his ass back to the army.
He was being a better parent there. Then he was here.
"Trey?" Brandon called.
"Huh?" I obliviously replied.
"Are you getting off here?" Brandon asked.
"No, the apartments on the next block." I say.
I have to talk to my mom about this. It's starting to bother me. I figured I'll go tomorrow or Sunday.
"You need me to walk you up?" Brandon asked politely.
"I'm good, thank-you." I reply.
"At least to the door." He says.
"Fine." I say.
I'm honestly tired as hell. Brandon ended up walking me until I got to Chris's door. I knocked on the door.
"You can go now." I say.
"Not without a hug."
I hugged him and rushed him down the satirs.
"No goodnight?" He asked
"Goodnight." I say.
The door opened. He gave me a kiss before he left. I walked in slowly. I hope Chris didn't see that.
He didn't say anything so I continued as usual. I went to bed peacefully.
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I woke up at around 3:23pm. "Damn how long was I asleep?" I asked myself. I saw a breakfast tray sitting on the dresser.
I opened it, it was still warm. It had strawberry pancakes, bacon, a egg, and a hash brown. This had me drooling hard.
I didn't waste any time digging in. It was gone in .03 second's. I went in the kitchen to throw away the tray.
I grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator. Chris stopped me.
"Trey can I asked you something?" He asked taking his attention off the TV.
"Sure. What is it?" I say.
"Was that the same dude that we played against the other day?" He asked.
"What dude?" I ask.
"The one you kissed." He said clarifying.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I knew I couldn't trust your ass." He said.
"Says the one that cheated, had his friends abuse me for 3 years, and hit me himself. But I'm the one that can be trusted? OK..." I say.
" I wouldn't have had to hit you if weren't acting like a hoe all the time. " He said.
This nigga tried it. He really fucking tried that shit.
"Your hands shouldn't have been on me in the first place. If I'm a hoe why you care so much about the shit I do? " I said.
"Because you have a different nigga over here everyday dropping you off or your shit off at my crib." He said.
