In which Stokeley and Jarad engage in some activities during school as Stokeley fulfills Jarad's sexual fantasy.
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STOKELEY CHEESED LETTING, the last black colored ballon hit the ground. His hard work now complete, it took him a little minute but the man was proud of the outcome. Today was the day that Stokeley's brother Jarad turned sixteen and he wanted everything to be damn near perfect for the older. So, the man woke up early to blow up hundreds of balloons and place them in the hallway, along with the gold colored large number one and six balloons that he purchased from party city the day before sitting in the front. Cherry red glossy streamers hanging from the ceiling and he even brought him a cake from their local grocery store.
When the man exited his room he would be in for a pleasant surprise.
"Finally done." He sighs happily before shuffling his way through the pile of balloons carefully before reaching the front as he walked further in the living room waiting on the food he ordered for Jarad to get in his presence that would get there very soon.
Stokeley couldn't wait until he saw his bright smile. He knew the boy would be happy that he went all out for him and he had to.
You only turn sixteen once.
Hearing the click clack of heels in the distance made Stokeley turn his head as he seen his mother about to walk in the hallway making his eyes widen as he begun to wave his arms around, quickly trying to stop her.
"Ma stop!" An frantic Stokeley whispered yelled at the woman once she looked up still walking but stepped on an balloon by accident with her six inch pump heel making the little ball exploded into the air loudly making her jump back smiling sheepishly at her son.
"Sorry Stoke."
"Ma." He groans. "Come on man. I don't want Jarad wakin' up."
She held her hands up in surrender saying another apology before bending down at her knees to pick up the red rubber to throw in the trash can as he shuffled to the door after hearing the door bell go off at their front door loudly four times. Nostrils slowly flaring, Stokeley unlocked the thick door and snatched it open.
"Can you stop ringin' the doorbell so damn loud?!"
The uber eats man blinks at his tone before handing him his food. "S-sorry man."
Which Stokeley snatched.
"You better be fuckin' sorry, takin' all day with the food!" He yells but in a hushed tone while reading over the receipt to make sure the man got his order correct.
"S-sorry."
"S-shut t-the." Stokeley mocks him before giving him a quarter as a tip. "Fuck up, everything better be in this bag or else. I'm whoopin' yo' pale colored ass!"
"Stoke stop!"
After a few more threats later Stokeley closed the door in the poor man's face not bothering to lock it before facing his mother who was staring daggers at him.
"Now, why did you do all of that?"
"I want Jarad's birthday perfect."
"Everything can't be perfect Stoke."
"It will be today."
His mother was about to respond but was cut off by the door slamming open again as the wood smacked against the wall and loud music could be heard playing off a speaker.
