FuR (Royce)

-23-

"Jacob? You ok?" Diggy asked.

I felt Chresantos grip around me tighten.

"Jacob is perfectly fine, we just need your help getting down from here."

"Um I was asking Jacob." Diggy shot back at him.

"Keep talking, imma whoop ya ass." Chres barked.

"Stop arguing." Amber shoved Daniel. "Look, Chresanto, you'll jump and Daniel will catch you, and-"

"And I get to catch Jacob, hehe." Daniel licked his lips.

"I'll catch my own boyfriend, thank you very much."

"Aight aight, let's get this over with." Diggy held out his hands as Chresanto jumped cleanly off the branch, while Diggy grabbed him quickly and dropped him.

"Your a fucking dick you know that?" Chres brushed the dust off his shoulders and off his ass.

"Whatever." Diggy stepped back, as Amber thumped him upside his head.

"What the hell?"

"You better stop before I pull one of these branches off the tree and beat your ass."

"Chill chill."

"Aight Jacob, you ready?"

My lip quivered, holding on for dear life around the branch I was currently sitting on.

"C'mon Jacob, I got you."

"I-I can't do heights." I stammered.

"I'll catch you, I promise." He smiled. "Trust me?"

I hesitantly nodded.

He held his hands out, while I jumped off, squeezing my eyes shut.

Imma die imma die.

I fell into Chresantos arms, as he cradled me against his chest.

"That wasn't bad?"

"No..." I laughed. "I could've sworn I was gonna die though."

"Yeah yeah, Jacob didn't go splat, come on I'm hungry." Amber mumbled.

"We'll fuck you to." I mumbled, not letting go of Chres.

"When and where?"

"Aye, I'm only straight on Tuesdays, call me then." I laughed.

"Aw hell naw!" Chres tugged my hair, only to get his fingers stuck in my curls.

"I think my hands stuck."

"It's ok because it happens during sex." I chuckled.

"Get a god damn room!" Daniel yelled.

"I'm no one asked for your input." Chres glared at him.

"Can all of y'all shut the fuck up?!" Amber asked, annoyed as ever.

"Whatever...."

We finally approached the house, as we all walked in to the aroma of what smelled like chicken, spinach, strudels, macaroni, salad, and corn.

Oh so I can sniff shit now?!

"Oooooooo food!" I hopped off of Santo and ran to the kitchen.

"Oh hey Jacob." Mrs. August smiled.

"Can't talk, gotta make a plate." I pecked her cheek, and grabbed a clean plate, loading it with the chicken, spinach, and various other foods she had set out.

"..... Is he on his man period or something?" Chresantos mom asked.

"No I'm just really hungry, very very hungry." I cut big chunks of the chicken and shoved into my mouth.