I stepped out of the warm shower, walking over to the counter where my underwear was placed. I looked into the steam-covered mirror, staring at my body for a few seconds. After a while, I began to think. Im glad nobody knows about...this. I'm afraid of anyone finding it if we're being honest. Mainly Stokeley. I don't want to loose him over something like this.
What if he thinks I'm a fucking freak show? What if he stops hanging out with me? If he found out, he'd possibly never talk to me again.
I shook those thoughts off, putting on my underwear and wrapping a towel around my waist, then walking out of the bathroom. I jumped a little, seeing Stokeley in my room, sitting on my bed.
"You could've at least told me you were coming over," I said, rolling my eyes. "And I didn't. So deal with it." He said. I sighed and looked in my closet for something to wear.
I snuck and slid on light pink nike shorts, hoping stokes didn't notice me wearing underwear. I remained shirtless, walking over and sitting next to Stokeley.
His leg was bouncing up and down, His head hung low, and he looked sad.
"What's wrong Pokeley?" I asked. He looked up at me.
|18| ——————Stokeley Goulbourne—————
"N-Nothing," I said. I felt a little nervous, which was weird considering the fact that I was around jahseh. I'm never nervous around him. "You sure?" He asked. I nodded. Jahseh always knew when I was lying to him, and I know that he knew now but I guess he let it go.
"I'm about to hop onna' game. You playin'?" He asked. "Yeah," I murmured.
I sat on the floor next to him, grabbing the remote.
"You seem nervous," Jahseh said, setting up the game. "I-I'm not..." I said as my hands became sweaty. "Yeah, aight," he shrugged as the game started.
———————Time Skip——————– | a hour later |
"Cheating nigger," Jahseh pouted as I beat him for the third time. I gave him a glare, smirking at him while doing so. "I didn't cheat. You just ass," I chuckled.
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"Shut up," he said, throwing a pillow at me but fortunately, I caught it.
"Ughh why you always gotta catch it," he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Because, I'm that nigga," I said, standing up. He reached out an arm and I already knew what to do.
I grabbed it, pulling him up, almost falling myself. "Ole heavy ass." I chuckled. He rolled his eyes. "Shut up you fatass," he pouted. "yeah this dick fat," I mumbled. "Speak up," he said. "Nothin," I smirked.
