Carson's POV
As I entered into what seems to be vacant, a quiet home which is my home, I smelled weed. It smelled like it came from a room from upstairs. I went up to the stairs with carefulness and see what was going on. I started to spectate the rooms and the faint smell of weed came from my cousin's room. He lives with me and my big brother, Cane. Cane is not always home, because he's always working on cars, which is his job. My cousin lives with us because he was kicked out by his parents for always sneaking out and he dropped out of school. He can be a bother, but he's blood you know.
Suddenly, I opened his door that displayed pictures of anime girls, IC3PEAK, Naruto, and what seems to be old pictures of him. As I opened the door, smoke suddenly blew at my face and girls screamed at my sudden entrance. "Dude, what the fuck? You can't just barge in my goddamn room", he hissed. The three girls that were around him looked at me with complete confusion and continued to blow smoke rings into the air. "Dawg shut the fuck up. You don't own this place. Cane is going to be mad pissed you brought these bitches here with yo light pole built ass", I snapped back.
Cane never liked when my cousin brought uninvited people in the house, especially some ugly ass bitches this prick brought up in this house. At that moment, I gave the girls a glare to get the fuck out. They understood and left the foggy room. Suddenly, I sat next to him and looked at him as if I was going to smack him, but I didn't. "You need to better, ese. Yo dumb ass can't be hotboxin' every damn day", I spoked. He nodded and began to speak. "I don't know what to do anymore. I wanna do better...I really do Carson. I don't think no fucker would hire me", he nagged. I mean he was right. Dude be zonin' out and shit.
He then continued, "I know someone. His name is Horatio. He got a secret business and he was willing to give me a car, and also fifty grand man". Oh hell naw. This shit sounds fucking sketchy. My face begin to crinkled up in disgust and I slapped the fuck out of him. He comforts his stinging, red face and looks down at his messed up Adidas shoes. "What the fuck man. And the fact you seem interested in doing some shit like this", I barked at him. Brandon began to speak and says, "How the fuck am I gonna make a living Carson. I can't be working at McDonald's all fucking day, saying... Welcome to McDonald's, how can I help you today? And only get fucking twenty dollars a day. Fuck I look like", he said.
He had a point, but I begin to wonder what was being offered to him as a job. Brandon says he can sell molly and kush on the low for fifty grand. I signaled him to call the guy and see what we had to do to make it out of here. Let's see how this unravels.
Soon after, we skated to a place that looks very run down and was boarded up. Brandon told the guy we arrived and he put his phone away. Brandon and I walked closer and our nose cringed from a lingering smell of decay. Brandon's phone went off and I'm guessing he wants us to meet him in the back. The unknown guy wore a somewhat clean white beater, baggy pants, and socks with slides. Next, the guy dapped up Brandon and then looked at me with confused eyes. "Who you, kid", he questioned. "He's my cousin", Brandon stuttered. The guy questioned Brandon if he really wanted to do this dirty work and Brandon nodded with no hesitation.
The guy explained what he had to do. Brandon has to try and sell this kush and molly in two days. He continued and says, "I have beef with this one guy. He's trying to rat me out and I need you to take care of it". I began to think. Brandon can't do this shit by himself. "I want in", I commanded. The guy chuckled to his friends in the back and nodded. He then signaled Brandon to put out his hands and he put handed him a towel with something that was wrapped in it.
Brandon opened up the towel like it was a gift and it was a gun. Brandon began to shake his head in fear. "Man, I can't do this", he said whispered. "Take it or leave it", the man spat. He gave us an address to where the guy he has beef with was located. He warned us, not to call his phone until the mission was dealt with. Brandon put the gun in his slightly heavy backpack that was filled with two bags. One filled with weed and the other filled with molly. We raced back to our skateboards and started the mission. Brandon assigned me to be lookout and him go in and do what he got to do.
"Alright go", I exclaimed. He ran quickly but quietly by the side of the house. I heard two gunshots in the vacant house and we stormed off. He called the guy and he said we'll receive thirty grand for this mission tomorrow. We went back home and made sure Cane wasn't home yet. We stuck inside the house by climbing in my bedroom window anyway for precaution. We began to catch our breaths and looked at the ceiling. "Hopefully this was worth it man. I would never kill someone ever again", I protested. "Agreed", Brandon replied.
"Who you know him through", I asked. "I use to go to school with him", he says. I nodded with understanding and ordered some pepperoni pizza to get our minds off of what just happened today.
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