Cult of Syn MxM (Staten Krown)

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"Can I borrow about 2500 dollars?"

"Oh my god. What did you do now?" he asks me almost immediately.

The sound of T-Boy's voice was utter fear. It's uncalled for.

Well.

Ok. Maybe not. I was a little fucking crazy.

By a little crazy, I mean I kind of escaped a few mental institutions or what not back in my glory days. But it's not like T-Boy hadn't helped me escape. If I was a problem, it was because T-Boy enabled me. I blame him. Like my mother said before she punches her last ticket in life, "You don't give a pyromaniac a flame and expect him not to set shit on fire."

Then she croaked. Everyone croaks sooner or later though.

I can't help but to sigh, "Damn T-Boy. I just need a loan."

"I just gave you a loan two months ago. You haven't even paid it back."

"I'm on the phone with T-Boy. T-Boy is my...shit...damn. I don't know what the fuck T-Boy is to me. He's not really my friend, because well he wants to fuck my brains out every chance he gets. He wasn't my lover because we haven't had sex in forever. T-Boy's mother adopted me when my parents died a long time ago. T-Boy and his family took me in and raised me.

"Ok...smart ass. I need another one," I explain to him, "I'm good for it. I swear..."

"Syn... what kind of trouble are you in."
I know the tone of his voice. I can already see T-Boy's face.

T-Boy was my go-to. He's been my go-to for years. Since college I'd gone to him. That was almost 7 years ago. We'd moved out to DC in hopes that he'd keep me out of trouble.

"I'm a changed man," I tell T-Boy, "Honestly I'm not in trouble. I am starting a business."

He's shocked. I can hear it.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I'll call it Ideas from Everywhere. It's going to be a business marketing website. Inventors come and give in their ideas. I help market them and get a small profit."

"Wait so you're actually going to do something with your life?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Syn. I'm not trying to."

"I'm so fucking over your condescending ass nature. I'm not trouble. Believe it or not I've changed. I'm a good man now. I've found Jesus or whatever his name is. I'm actually better," I go off on T-Boy, "Matter of fact I have a job, I have an education and I got someone WAITING at home for me when I get there! Fucker!"

I bang the phone on T-Boy. I know it sounds a little harsh. That's our relationship. T-Boy and I have always butted heads. I'll apologize in a few hours if that. That's just how our life was. He was one of the only people in the world that could handle me.

But I've changed now.

I roll up to my apartment and open my box. I have a ring. Today was the beginning of the future. I was going to ask my boyfriend Chaney to marry me. I was going to start a business. I was going to be a good person.

Yes. A good person.

"Baby...I'm home."

Chaney must not be expecting me. I met Chaney a year ago. I had sworn off all relationships but Chaney sought me out. Chaney was a good guy. He worked in a non-profit helping kids. He was beautiful at that. I'm talking about tall, sexy and extremely smart. He has light brown eyes but dark skin. T-Boy didn't like him but then again T-Boy didn't like any of my boyfriends. He said his light brown eyes made Chaney look gay. Which I guess was the point of being in a gay relationship but it was pointless talking sense to T-Boy. Chaney was a sweetheart. Did I mention he worked with kids? He loved me too. Like that was important, right? He told me every damn day that he loved me.