Before Mark Came Back With Beer | ✔

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Super short one chapter story in store for you guys. It's title is pretty simple and also pretty  direct- you'll see why.

Warning: Boat loads of Jamaican patois as the setting is in Jamaica.

♠BEFORE MARK CAME BACK WITH BEER♠

"Oi, wait pon mi!"

Jermaine watched as Mark rushed off of the verandah. His heavy steps reminded everyone of just how heavy he was. His love handles always protruded over his belt in a fashion that Jermaine knew was the reason for his lack of female sorters and as he ran off the steps to the barely lit front yard all his friends saw him jiggle.

"Easy deh jello!" Romario called out from the road as he watched Mark running towards them.

Jermain shook his head as he watched the three grown men rush down the road like teenagers. He, seeing that it was his house, decided to remain there. Just earlier, his friends had scampered in giggling about a video on Instagram with budding excitement that they were about to watch an exciting football match. But as soon as they entered the house and they saw just how much it lacked of food and alcohol they decided to run down to the shop as fast as they could.

"Red strip mi want. Yuh hear Mark!" Jermain called at them as they bent the corner.

"Weh yuh seh Smirnoff?" Was the faint reply.

"Mi seh redstripe beer! Don't bring nuh Smirnoff come here eno!"

"Yeh man! Smirnoff."

Jermaine frowned. He knew that Mark was only joking but at the same time Mar was stupid enough to actually buy Smirnoff instead. If that was the case, Jermaine thought, he would just kick him in the gut and watch him roll out the yard and maybe get watch him get stuck in a pothole or something.

He decided whether to close the grill on the verandah but then decided not to. It wasn't that late and he didn't expect a gunman to just rush right in for no reason. He closed the door though before padding away to his kitchen and playfully kicking at a stray football.

He found the Saldanza banana chips where had left them on the counter and quickly pulled the bag open so he could start eating. The only thing he could hear in that moment was the sound of his TV as the TVJ analyst talked about the teams that were going to play later on. And of course he could hear just how badly he was chewing.

Just as he picked up his phone to see if he got a text back from the girl he was trying to get, he heard a new noise. He paused, wondering what could possibly be the cause of the sound.

"Mi nuh fraid a duppy eno!" He called out into the house.

He was afraid. He lived with his father but for the past couple of months the job as a security guard at the bank now required him on night shifts. And Jermaine was left with his fears. Fears he was too manly to admit out loud.

But some nights his other friend, Colin would stay over. That was if Colin's baby's mother didn't want him at the house though.

Jermaine began eating again after his exaggerate pause. His finger typed in his password on his Samsung but then he heard another sound. This one was closer.

"Mark?" He called softly.

Gunman? He thought.

He stared at the kitchen entrance for a couple of seconds before finally moving away from the counter to investigate. Banana chips bag as the only thing in his hand, he peeked his head into the living room and the next thing that happened he did not expect.