Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Blaise
This was maybe a really bad idea. Bobby Ray, Smitty Ray, Theron and myself drinking rum on my living room floor. Theron looks close to stripping off all his clothes and dancing like a hoochie mama-I wasn't too far behind him.
"I think I should take this one to bed." Bobby Ray snickered when Theron started sniffing him and hiccupping.
"Wait!" Theron yells and we all look at him a bit concerned by his worried tone when Bobby Ray finally got him on his feet.
"I think I lost Ky. I don't see him." Theron was blinking rapidly.
"You didn't lose him. We took him over to my house before coming to Blaise's remember?" Bobby Ray reminds the boy.
"Oh...yea!" Theron rubs at his eyes, relief clear on his face.
"Well good night." Theron mumbled and let Bobby Ray guide him upstairs.
"Bedroom is the first one to the left!" I called after them.
"So who was what's his face that you were gonna blow?" Smitty Ray asked so coolly I choked on my drink.
"Nobody. Just a guy I used to know before you." I shrugged.
"When you say before me you mean you and he..." Smitty Ray trailed off uncomfortably.
"Yea...no." I dragged out catching his drift.
"Garvin and I used to date but we never got further than a burger when we were fourteen." I shrugged again.
"But you would have blown him?" Smitty Ray frowned and to be honest he sounds kind of judgmental.
"Why are you asking me all this?" I countered.
"It's none of your business who I blow or don't blow and quite frankly it should not concern you-"
"It does concern me!" Smitty Ray shouts while standing. He swipes his hands through his hair and rubs at his eyes frustratingly hard.
