The Step-Father

Welcome to Bougieland

I hadn't fully recovered from last night. I just wanted to grab a juice and go shopping. unfortunately, that was ruined by no other than Shane. fuck man, I haven't even gotten all the way down the stairs yet. "do you need any money, do you want me to go with you, are you OK?" he asked, and it felt like he asked hundreds more.

"no." was all I could manage to say. "look, we really need to talk, please." he said still standing in my way. "damn, didn't we talk last night. what was that not enough for you!" I said more then pissed off. "no, actually, that was just the heart of this conversation we need to have." I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away.

"look, I know that brought up a lot of painful memories, some I'm sure you're either haven't or won't tell me, but we need to talk. don't do it for me do it for the little baby boy down there throwing peas all over my kitchen walls." he said jumping right back in front of me.

once again I rolled my eyes, but this time I walked back upstairs. I followed him to his office. damn last time I was in here shit went down, well not officially. but things did happen, I wasn't sure what to expect. "OK, please sit." he said sliding the chair out that was in front of his desk. well, at least I knew we weren't fucking.

I sat down, and he ran over to his chair. "OK, how do you want to go on raising our son. do you want to change his name, his name was never my idea. I'm not even sure who named him. what do you want to do?" he babbled out. I was a little shocked, so I just stood up and smiled. "no, for one I named him and the name stays, and two I don't want anything to change until I'm damn well ready OK."

"I really appreciate what your trying to do. but it's just not the best time, plus I just got used to calling my son my brother not to long ago. so I would love it if you not remind me of the pain. he's fine how he is, I'm not saying I'm not going to tell him one day. but right now, nothing changes." I said as I walked towards the door.

"just be his father." I said as I walked out the door.

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I felt so sick from that whole so called conversation. I just wanted to throw up and move on. unfortunately, I couldn't honestly what the fuck did he want to change his name for. I couldn't deal, so I went to get Amber. she always made me feel better, and had the best taste in clothes.

"bro, you didn't!" Amber said in shock. "Yea, had to." "did he cry?" "worst than Tristan." "damn, I thought that would have been the one thing you where going to take to the grave." "well, I told you so that ship snuck a long time ago."

I had to take Amber to the stores over by the house, because I couldn't tell her that I told Shane and mom's little secret there. to many nosey people. that would have just been another episode of scandal to them. Amber is the only one I could ever trust over there. it used to be her, and Carlos but.

"this is something you need in your closet." I heard Amber say from a distance. I ran towards her, and she was right. that mint colored shirt was to cute. "excuse, are you going to buy something because you're fogging up the window, can you even afford this stuff?" some random lady from the store said.

"excuse you bitch? who the fuck you think you are talking to you don't know me I'll throw your ass through this window. say something else to me bitch. oh and by the way, I can afford this shit your daddy is paying for me." Amber went off. classic Amber, always have been a hot head. "damn." I said through my laugh.

"well, Mrs. Thing should keep her fucking mouth shut." she said laughing. we walked on and our bags multiplied. so did Amber's temper level, its like everyone was acting like that lady. some just stared at us though. I had to keep her from stabbing one of these slow people, so I took her to the one place she loved the most.

we loved the food court. we had two trays per person, and we stuffed our faces. we could still see and feel the faces watching us. "bro, I feel like a fucking runaway criminal with his jumpsuit still on in a public area." she said. "I can't stand bougie bitches, like at all." I said rolling my eyes. "umm boo bitch!" Amber said to one of the girls at the table behind us.

I had enough and we had enough clothes. "thank god we leaving that place. I was gonna blow at the next damn person who looked at me like I didn't belong." she said as she put on her seatbelt. "well, love welcome to bougieland. where there motto is always think Prada, and trophy wife." I said as I drove off.

today was a day. it wasn't bad or good, but it got my mind off the hell I'm about to go back to as soon as I drop her off. Damn.