Living With Mo

Prolog

Hey there, the name's Charlie, and this is my story.

It all started out 20 years ago. I was 10 years old and new to town. I didn't have any friends, really, not like I wanted any anyway. But, life was lonely, and it being summer didn't help anything either. A woke up at noon everyday and ate lunch for breakfast while I watched Tom and Jerry on the television. Then I'd spend the rest of my day outside and run around the yard wearing my pilots helmet holding my little toy airplane in my hand. Not such a bad life for a kid, right?

Wrong.

It was fucking horrible.

Then while I watched Tom and Jerry, I couldn't help but wish I had someone like Tom. I'd be Jerry, naturally, as I was a skinny young tyke, still am now but not as short. This is around the time where Mo came in. My dad met this new girl and she had a son. He was three years older than me, but acted about five years younger. No, he didn't have any mental issues. No, he didn't get ahold of any drugs his ma left out, at least I don't think he is. He was just, Mo.

Me and Mo didn't exactly hit it off right away, though our parents thought we did and kept using us as an excuse to meet up. In the beginning, Mo was a jerk off and would break my toys and eat all my animal crackers. Then, it got worst. He started eating my toys and breaking my animal crackers. After a year of this ass-hole messing up my stuff, my dad and his mom decided to do something.

They got married.

Long story short, or short story short, dad got ma prego, ma didn't want another kid and got an abortion, dad was angry and got a divorce, and they split me and Mo apart. I went with dad, Mo went with ma.

The end, story's over.

Ooh, you're smart.

Fine, not gonna leave, I'll just keep going!

Anyways, over the years, me and Mo have done everything together. He's followed me everywhere. No, literally everywhere. In elementary we were in the same class, since he was held back, and he would always do what I do. When I'd get up to sharpen my pencil, he'd get up to sharpen my pencil. This continued once we made it to junior high. When I'd get up to take a piss, he's get up to take a piss and watch me doing it. And, without surprise, this followed up to high school. When I'd get up to...how can I saw this...ah, I know...When I'd get up to take a jack off in the bathrooms, he'd follow me and do it in the stale next to me.

Well, now we're all grown up and out of school. I'm going to colleague and Mo. Mo's not doing shit. All he does is sit on my couch eating out of a bucket of chicken legs I paid for while he watches my TV in my house. I think I've got my point across. He doesn't have a home to I'm letting him stay here.

"Charlie, I'm back from the store! I got that ointment you-What the fuck is he doing here?! Is he staying with us?" Oh right, did I mention my girlfriend Devan lives with my too?

This is gonna be one hell of a story..