For His Kicks

Sidekicks

Venus
Brandon
Us

We ran and ran down the street.

Turning we saw there was a set of steep stairs. 

We all got up the stairs almost, but Brandon stoped.

"Brandon! PLEASE COME ON!" I struggled to get down the steps. Rico and Albert pulled me back, but soon stoped too.

What are you doing?

This is it.

It was like the air stilled and I could hear what he was thinking.

Even when I dream

I dream I'm getting chased.

Sometimes

I wish I had a spaceship

Just hang out in space where it's quiet

And no one could fuck with me.

Flaco was behind him with a gun straight to his head.

Brandon just looked at his skateboard he still had in his hands from earlier.

He was about to loose his life. 15 years of nothing, he hadn't experienced enough.

He pulled the trigger.

And Brandon moved at the exact second and hit him with his skateboard.

"Fuck you bitch! Fuck you nigga, run me my shit!" Brandon yelled standing over Flacos face.

Brandon got his gun and Flaco got up slowly.

"Get back down! Get up nigga I dare you!" Flaco spit blood out at him. Brandon cocked the gun and walked around him. For a split second he looked at Flacos kid. He stilled, dropped the gun, and walked away.

Flacos kid looked around before he ran and got it off the pavement.

"Give me the gun Jeremiah..." Flaco then got fed up when the boy didn't do anything. He repeated himself when Jeremiah began to back up and away from his father.

"J!" Flaco pushes himself up and followed Brandon.

"B!" We all yelled as Flaco came up behind him.

"Aye bruh!" Flaco said, Brandon turned and got rocked in his shit.

Flaco had him on the ground,  he was getting pummeled.

My whole heart fell out of my body, there was just so much blood.

Brandons eyes peeked open and looked over at something while Flaco looked back at his kid.

"Keep yo fuckin shoes!" Flaco got up and grabbed jeremiah. He began to walk away and tuck his gun in his pants. "Not bad J. Not bad." He walked away from all of our views.

Albert, Rico, and I all ran down the steps.

"Brandon, can you hear me?" I placed his head in my lap and tried to wipe away some of the blood.

"DAAAMMNNNNN." I heard Rico and Albert say above us.

I looked up with a glare. "Really? Now?"

"It's fine." Brandon coughed out sitting up.

"Need some help bro?" Albert asked.

Brandon pushed himself up and Rico and Albert grabbed one arm and up the stairs they went.

"Damn he really fucked you up." Rico said as Brandon spit some blood out.

"Owe ewww."

"I saw that nigga Flaco face tho...looking like mine." Albert laughed.

"You definitely got a hit in, you a man now." Rico said.

"...we just gone ignore me orrr?" I said getting their attention.

"Let's get up the steps first." Brandon said.

Eh, okay.

Brandon unraveled himself from them and walked ahead.

"So what we gone do now?" Albert asked everyone.

"Shiiii, same thing we do everyday." Rico responded.

We reached the top then looked around. No Flaco in site, just beautiful sunny California with 4 black kids trying to find their corner store and court.

I felt hands wrap around me and turn me around,  it was my beloved bloody Brandon.

He stared at me analyzing my face for a moment before saying something.

"With my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks." He muttered before kissing me. I was kinda grossed out, but he did almost die so I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"Ewww nigga! Wash yo damn face first!"

"Ole bloody mouth ass nigga!"

"And she just gone do it back, oh my god."

We kissed with the sun dancing across our skin and our best friends going crazy in the background. I wouldn't trade this for anything, this was my- no our world. It was deadly, but we had our sidekicks by our side.

The End.

This is the 18th and final chapter in For His Kicks. It's been one year and a few months since I've started this book. Thank you all so much for reading. The only book that I'm currently working on is called secret • tommy egan so please go check that book out. Once again, thank you all so much🖤