HIS-Story

HIS-Story~17

Thanksgiving day...
The only day when you can eat all you want, get fat and regret everything the next morning. I remembered when I was sixteen years old, my mother was still alive and Malaya was extremely annoying.

It was a hour before every body in the family came over to taste my mother and grandmothers cooking. Malaya, John and I was in the basement do what kids do when they're bored.

"You cheated!" I yelled as I saw my team lose.

John shook his head as he busted out laughing. "Nah, you just suck at this."

I rolled my eyes and slouched back on the old couch. "What ever."

John set his controller down before reaching into his pocket, bringing out two blunts from his pocket. At that time I started to smoke; I was still a rookie. John was the first to get me into smoking and ever since then we smoked together when ever there was a family meet up. "You trying to hit?"

I shook my head. "I have to watch Malaya." I looked back and saw my ten year old sister playing with her dolls.

I heard John suck his teeth. "So, she'll be fine down here. Don't be a pussy." He stood in his feet. John was four years older and bigger than me, so every time he call me a pussy or wimp; I have to prove him wrong.

I stood on my feet. "We'll be back Malaya."

"I want to come to," she stood on her feet as well, with her old teddy bear in her arms.

"No, just stay here."

Malaya rolled her eyes. "Where are you going?"

See what I tell you, she's annoying. "No where, now stay here," I walked out behind John, whom lead us to the edge of the woods where no one can see us.

"You talked to my father yet?" John asked before lighting up the blunt.

I shook my head. "Nah, why?"

John shrugged. "He just said he needed to talk to the both of us," he let out a cloud of smoke through his nose. "You need to come to this party tonight, it'll be fine ass bitches there. You down?"

Shit! "Nah, I gotta be with ma tonight. Maybe another time."

"So you're going to let go of some free pussy, so you can bake a cake with your mother and sister," he chuckled and shook his head.

I scrunched up my face. "Yeah nigga. The fuck you think, that's my family."

John towered over me instantly. "I don't know who the fuck you talking to you little nigga,"

I stood up tall. "You, negro."

We was in a state down for a minute before both of us started to break down laughing. Back then John and I use to play around a lot, before he became my boss. "Aight then, save some cake for me."

"I try. Let's go back though, I'm hungry."

"You didn't hit yet," John stated.

I shrugged. "I'm not really feeling it right now, let's just go."

We walked back to the house, just in time when my mother yelled down that dinner is ready. Malaya ran upstairs first, then John and me. I was always the last one up, only because I always turn everything off; someone has to be responsible.

I was first hit with the heat; I swear, it feels like a desert  in the middle of summer in here. I think I just lost ten pounds from sweating too much. Then I was greeted with my grands with kisses and cheek pinching. That should be a crime, to just pinch children's cheeks like that. After all of the family affection, I finally see the dining room table. It was always hard finding a perfect seat where I can easily get out and in from the table, not be the first one to get noticed, and also not the last one to get food.

I decided to sit in between Malaya and John in the middle area of the table.

After I stuffed my mouth with a excellent home cooked meal, Malaya, John and I decided to walk around the neighborhood.  "Malaya, slow down before you fall," I ordered. But like always, she doesn't listen.

"Try asking auntie about coming to the party," John said.

I looked at him like he grew two heads out of his neck. "Negro, do you know who my mother is? She'll say no when I even mention your name. You know she doesn't like me hanging around with you," I stated.

John shrugged. "You should still ask."

Soon we headed back to the house, mostly half of my family left to either go to other houses or sleep off the food. Of course, my mother was cleaning the kitchen with my grandmother. My uncle was in the living room by himself watching football.

"Sup unc," I greeted before you sitting on the other couch with John while Malaya ran into the kitchen.

My uncle was the king pin of the largest drug industry; so he always hold confidence with himself. He was fearless, ruthless and had a huge attitude that no one can control but my mother, grandmother and John's mother; whom died a year ago from a hit&run.

"Sup boys," Uncle said back.

John scoffed. "Boy? I ain't no boy."

Uncle looked at him. "You're still a boy if you live in your father's house."

I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. "Anyway, uncle you have something to tell us," I reminded him.

"Oh, well as you know I'm going to retire soon. So one of you must take my spot, keep things going you know."

John was smiling from ear to ear. It was always his dream to take over the business. Me on the other hand, I never really want to go down that path, I always wanted to do something else.

"So, who do you choose?" John asked.

Uncle sighed and looked at the both of us. "AJ."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"What?!" John yelled before standing on his feet in anger. "What the hell? Why him?"

"Sit your black ass down," Uncle ordered and John obeyed. "If he chooses too."

I sighed. "Nah, I'll have to let the opportunity down," I said.

Uncle nod at me. "Aight, I understand. I guess you got it John, congrats."

From his body language, I knew John was pissed that he wasn't the first choice. You would expect it because John is his son, older, and have more experience. But John is goofy, carefree and only want to be in control.

"Okay guys, dessert," my mother walked in the living room with a bright smile on her face. If only she knew what just happened, she'll be happy with my decision.

******Merry Christmas everyone********