Prince of the ghetto MxM (Staten Krown)

6

Marcus had been staring at me for 30 minutes, "Where were you?"
It was dinner. The awkward feeling around the table was scary. The only one who had been talking was Jalen's mom. She had been humming to herself the entire time. It filled the silence though. Brolic was eating silently. Jalen was awkward. Marcus looked pissed.
It had to be the most awkward dinner in the world.
"I went to Jalen's job."
"What kind of job is that late at night?" Marcus asked.
Jalen dropped his fork at that moment. The dinner was so awkward. Marcus had cooked a beautiful meal as usual but it seemed like no one really had an appetite for it. Brolic was mad at Jalen. Jalen seemed to be awkward with me. Marcus was pissed all around. I just didn't even feel like eating. I was just sitting at the table trying to hope Marcus didn't chew me out too much for sneaking out.
Jalen rolled his eyes at Marcus, "Is there an issue? Don't you work for Djimon? Or is it the other way around? I don't get why you boss him around all the time. Aren't you the servant...?"
I was shocked that Jalen said it. Marcus and I always had a weird kind of relationship. Not a lot people understood it. He was very overprotective but I always liked to believe that I was in charge?
Was I though? I whined a lot until he did what I wanted. Was that really in charge? Jalen had a point.
Marcus was about to respond to him but Brolic jumped in instead.
"You trying to protect your boyfriend?" Brolic asked.
Marcus looked at me. Jalen's mom looked at Jalen. I looked at the plate.
This shit was super awkward!
"Excuse me?" Marcus asked, "Come again."
"Oh you didn't know? Your precious prince likes to sword fight with my brother," Brolic stated with almost sickened grimace on his face.
I could tell by the way he was looking how disgusted he was. Brolic was NOT a fan of me. He clearly wasn't a fan of homosexual activity as well. That was the most clear out of everything.
Jalen's mom looked over, "Son..."
She put her hand on his hand.
He pulled away, "I don't want to talk about it."
Fuck. Brolic had just THROWN his brother out of the closet. I was shocked. Jalen got up off the table clearly bothered. He walked up the stairs.
Brolic was a dickhead. Jalen was the nicest person that I had ever met. How the fuck could he just do something so backwards and shady just because he found out about his sexuality? These Americans just didn't seem to care about their families.
I got up off the table.
"Where do you think you're going?" Marcus asked me.
"Don't worry about it."

I walked upstairs chasing after Jalen. I found him in his room. Luckily this time when I walked in on him it wasn't in a compromising situation for once. Jalen was just shaking his head. It was clear that he was upset with what was going on. He was looking out of the window. He looked bothered.
"Are you...ok?"
He looked up at me. He sighed a little bit.
"I'm out of the closet. I guess I'm doing ok..."
"Why would Brolic do that?"
"He is complicated. When my dad died it was just him and me. We just had each other. For a long time he looked at me as his role model. I think me being gay is just coming as a real shock to him."
Jalen was so understanding even to people who didn't deserve it.
"I'm...sorry..."
He actually smiled back, "Look at you caring about someone else. There is a down-to-earth person in there somewhere huh?"
I laughed, "Down-to-earth? Ok now you're going too far."
We both laughed for a little bit.
"So now that I'm out of the closet. How about I take you out?" he asked me.
I was confused by what he meant. Jalen was so handsome sitting there on his bed looking up at me. He was sexy as hell and the he asked me seemed very suggestive.
"Wait...like a date?"
"I mean usually people date first and kiss second. I guess we got it mixed up, but I still want to do this right," he stated smiling at me, "I mean. You are a prince and shit. Can't be sitting here acting like you a normal dude..."
Why was I smiling so hard? Snap out of it Djimon. You are a royal. I should have been carrying myself with more class and grace. I should have been cheesing like some school girl.
"Yes..."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well I'll pick you up tomorrow. Pick you up meaning American for walk over to your room."
I nodded.
I walked out at that moment. My heart was beating fast. This was going to be my first "date". I couldn't believe that Jalen has asked me out. The way he did it was so smooth too. I felt like I was all special. Jesus. Why was my heart beating so fast?
I went to my bedroom and felt like I was floating on air.
I felt so into the world all of a sudden. That was the problem with being a prince. A lot of the time I felt as though I didn't know what was happening with other people. I felt removed. For some reason Jalen reversed that. He made me feel...
He made me feel.
He made me feel like a normal person.
"What you doing?"
Awkward.
Marcus had walked on me hugging my pillow like some kind of princess. I threw the pillow to the floor and stood up at that moment. Marcus looked at me with this hard look.
"I meant to tell you Marcus. I am going out on a date...with Jalen."
He laughed, "You're joking..."
"I'm serious."
Marcus was breathing heavy right now, "Prince. You are the crowned prince and rightful King of—"
"I know my title."
"You can't just date a commoner. You can't date...date a man! There is tradition. You are. You can't. Djimon What would your mother think?"
I looked at him for a minute.
I turned the other way at that moment.
"She isn't around. Is she?"
"Prince..."
"No. No more. You work for me. Remember that Marcus."
I turned away from him. I knew he didn't want to let this go. I know he was steaming. I knew he was upset. Right now I couldn't think about that.
Right now I had found another pillow to hug. And that pillow for that moment was Jalen. Nothing mattered. The kingdom didn't matter. The throne didn't matter. The title didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Jalen.