Me and Frank went back to my crib it was empty as usual still aint heard from my parents in like five weeks.
"Aye Frank"
"Yeah bro"
We was in my room high as hell looking at the ceiling.
"What if I had died?"
"I'd shoot up everything"
"Turn up then nigga"
We both laughed but, we was hungry as hell we smoked some good ass loud we got from my sister her ass had all the good kush.
"You know what I want?"
"What nigga?"
"A fat ass honey bun"
"My nigga I want some donut holes"
"Did you just say you want some booty hole"
"I mean yes and no"
"My nigga you funny as fuck"
"What you dont eat ass?"
"Ughhh no nigga"
"You should that shit taste like candy"
"Frank you nasty as fuck and you hit my blunt"
Frank chuckled amd sat up from the bed. He looked around eyes pink like a motherfucker.
"My nigga I'm hungry you got some food?"
"Yeah but, hold up Frank"
As I sat up from my bed I looked at him as he stood up.
"Aye I cant tell you how much I appreciate you man"
Tears started coming down my eyes Frank was like a brother no fuck that he is a brother.
"Aye man chill"
I could tell Frank didnt like when people cried he couldnt really handle it most of his life.
He grabbed me and hugged me and afterwards we both walked out of the room and the house to go get some snacks niggas had the munchies.
As we drove I wiped my tears I didnt know if my eyes were pink from the loud or the crying either way I felt a lot better.
