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41.

thanksgiving dinner
Jared

"You so stupid, I swear."

"I'm stupid for getting a girl pregnant?"

"Nah you stupid for getting a stripper like her pregnant!" I yelled at Bennet.

We're a year apart but I swear it seems like I'm older than him by five years. He does the most stupidest stuff sometimes.

"You know what? I'm tired of you always acting like you my dad or something. You got a say-so with anything I do! I'm sick of it yo."

"I'm looking out for you! That's what big brothers do. Do you even know if the baby really yours?"

"I know she wouldn't lie to me."

I sucked my teeth. "Are you serious right now bro? You taking her word for it when she's a stripper that gets around? You too soft B. Glad I took after pops."

"You'n know her like I do so just chill aight? You should be happy you about to be a uncle."

"So I'm supposed to be happy you having a baby and you ain't graduate yet too, huh? Bennet get out my face for I have you on the ground crying."

"Y'all always throwing that in my voice yo! Every time–"

"Throwing what in ya face? That you got held a year back cause you wanna act stupid? Imma throw it in ya face til you walk across the stage cause I still don't know how you gon graduate with all this skipping."

"Nobody ever happy for me," he said walking away.

"Do something right. Maybe we will," I sat back on the couch.

Hearing my phone ring I pulled it out my back pocket.

"Yo?"

"Stop answering the phone like that."

"My bad sis. Wassup?"

"I'm at the store. What cheese your aunt said she needed?"

I chuckled. "Hold on. Veronica!" I yelled.

"What!?"

"What cheese you want for yo mac?"

"Velveeta."

"She said Velveeta. You still in Brooklyn?"

"No. We're in Jersey.. the store about twenty minutes from y'all."

"Aight. Aye tho get me a bag of hot cheetos and uh sprite."

"Alright. Maxlin stop!"

"He six months what could he be doing?"

"Pulling my earring."

"Yo its hot as hell in this house son."

"Who cooking right now?"