𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

3

Jonathan sighed, running his hands down his face and taking a seat next to his older brother, Shawn, who was smoking a fat ass joint.

Jonathan was a 16 year old boy who stood at 5'6, weighed about 180 pounds, with an acne free dark completion. He had dark brown eyes and a set of full lips that encased his nice pearly whites. He wasn't a whole snack, but he was decent.

His brother on the other hand was a whole different catch. Shawn was a 200 pound, 6'1 18 year old boy with a low cut. He had a goatee, dark thick eyebrows, and very dark piercing brown eyes. Shawn was the same color as his brother but had a much lighter complexion. His smile always often melted the hearts of many females he encountered cause he's just so FINE. He's very cocky, yet humble.

Him and his brother came up from nothing. Their mother passed away when Shawn was just 13 and Jonathan was 12. She was young when it was her time to go, she was only 35. Many people in their family found her death a huge surprise, considering she wasn't old and also because she was healthy. He still remembers the promise he made to his mom before her time came.

"Blizzy, I want you to always stay true to yourself. Don't change who you are cause who you are is one of a kind. Keep your brother safe, take care of y'all selves and become something in life and also, treat EVERY woman with respect, no matter her past." His mother said, smiling as she traced the outline of his face.

"I will, ma," Shawn responded, looking his mother in her light brown eyes. "I'm always gonna keep it 100."

And since then, Blizzy has kept it 100. He never was the type to sugarcoat anything. He always went straight to the point, which caused many things, including fights between him and niggas from the streets.

Both him and Jonathan lived in a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment that their father was paying for them while he lived in his own abode. The boys' relationship with their father wasn't as strong as it was with their mother, but there was still love in between the three.

Jonathan wasn't working but Shawn was and it wasn't a typical everyday job. Selling dope and coke for Boss is what got him and his brother by. Its what puts food in their stomach, fresh Jordan's on their feet, and clothes on their back. Also, Shawn gets the perk of smoking some of the dope that he sells.

He takes pride in what he does and isn't ashamed. It's what makes a living.

Shawn isn't in a relationship and doesn't show interest in being in one. After many years of being treated like shit, cheated on, and ratted out to opps by his ex of 2 years, he decided to just do him.

"You want a hit?" Shawn asked, taking a pull from his blunt then putting it near Jon's face. "I done rolled me this fat ass joint, boy."

Jon chuckled dryly then declined his offer. "Nah, bro. I'm straight."

Seeing the look of concern on his face, Shawn knew that his brother wasn't straight. He wasn't the type to decline a joint, not even his brother's. Even through his faded vision, he knew something was wrong with Jon.

"Nah, don't lie to me man," Shawn pressed, putting out his joint. "Tell me what's the matter with you. I know something wrong with yo' ass."

Jonathan sighed deeply, then turned to his brother. "I broke up with shorty. I found out on some nigga page that she was sucking dick in the backseat of someone car. I'm tired of looking stupid for this hoe, she already got her nudes leaked when she was younger, I should have stayed away."

Shawn raised one brow. "What did you say to her?"

"Man, I told her to hit it," Jon said calmly. "I told her to get her hoe ass on."