Star records record shop 💫

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Steve .

Unpacking my last box of clothes putting them onto hangers in my closet I thought about everything that went down this past year.
moms left ma pops all due to him being okay with my sexuality and her not wanting to even look at me now that she knew. Now if this was some cheesy movie it would be the other way around right? But it's not this my life.
Dad moved us from la where shorts were a all time clothing item and the only worry I had was Getting down to fair fax to see what store had the newest clothing items to cold ass New York where there where plenty things to worry about  like getting involved with gangs and getting jumped on the way home from school...or so I've heard about New York.
Plopping down on my bed with a sigh falling back my comforter engulfed me in the smell of my old house bringing a smile onto my face.
"Hey son don't forget you got school tomorrow" my dad said standing in the hallway a box labeled bathroom in his hands.
"Oh yea, see I was just getting to bed"  I sat up criss cross on my bed sending him a soft smile.
He sighed walking into my room sitting onto my bed pulling me into his side.
"I'm sorry Steve I know you loved your friends. Your school and allat but change can be good" he said trying to be comforting.
"I know dad. I got this."  Gave another short smile kissing his cheek. He returned the favor only on my forehead and getting up proceeding to the hallway bathroom as I settled into bed.
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My all black nike SBs pushes  on the pedals of my bike as I road down the pavement if my driveway. A boy  with braids rushing out his house a Adidas bag across his chest to match the matching black tracksuit I took in his appearance as he yelled into the car laughing like a spray bottle making me try and look into the slightly tinted windows of the all black Cadillac to see what was funny...getting a glimpse as I road by on my bike I saw a boy with dreads in the driver seat.
"YOOO J! Where you get this shit man!" The unnamed neighbor of mine yelled so loud I could hear him talking still as I road away.
Checking my watch it was still early 7:30 to be exact.
I wanted to go downtown to see some sights before school. I didn't live far and it wasn't far from school And that's exactly where I was headed.
When I got downtown I road past various shops but most where little coffee shops and old people stores. I road down the street more and A movie theater caught my attention from the bright lights down this way were more clothing stores I'd have to check out soon. But what really made me stop was a store named
Star records💫
Nearly messing up my shoes as I tried to stop with no breaks on my bike.
I set it down outside and walked in and calm song played threw the shop and at the front counter there was a man lighting some sage.
I didn't look to long at the man but began browsing records noticing I was in the rap section and there was this west coast vs east coast thing going on in rap at the moment I figured they wouldn't have some things I listened to back home. My brief scan came to a end as it was now 8 my watch beeped and I quickly tried to shut it off but it still gained the attention of the man that was now a record row over from me the sage still burning in his hand.
"What's that? A g shock?" He asked and I nodded.
"Them shits always breaking here." He walked back over to the counter putting the sage out and made his way back over to me and my beeping wrist watch.
He took my hand and fixed the continuous beeping even tho I'd shut the watch off .
This man was cute and he made me nervous that he was even touching me.
"T-thanks man" I studderd shaking my head.
"It's all cool,b" my face scrunched up at the use of the letter.
"B?"
This made the cute man laugh showcasing his one silver tooth.
And his cologne was intoxicating me over the great smell of lavender and trees the sage gave off.
"Man what you a West coast nigga or sum. Yk ..b " he spoke not really giving the word any context
"Uh yea I am from LA..just moved here..uh but I gotta go" I walked out of the record shop and into the now bussy streets. Getting onto my bike quickly and rushing to where my dad showed me yesterday the school was located.
"FUCK MAN! Watch out!" A small voice screamed when I was ridding threw the local park making me take my eyes off the nearly dead trees and look to the side a boy with what seemed to be a Afro but you could clearly see he had dreads but my eyes didn't stay there too long as I fell of my bike and into the grass.
I payed there in pain my bike tangled in my legs
"Ouch!"
I opened my eyes to see the boy from across the street now standing over me.
"That shit looked like it hurted! Yo jaden you okay?" His gaze shifted from me to next to me. a boy with blond short hair and a white tee with some converse and Nike socks to compliment them his jean shorts that touched his knees.
"Hell no I just crashed cuz yo stoopid ass B!" He got up dusting hiself off and I layed there watching the odd pairing have a argument.
"Anyway who you be?" The boy now named Jaden asked looking down at me
"Uh I'm Steve.." he held out his hand helping me up. And I smiled
"Thanks."
"Where you going?" The fuzzy haired boy asked while the other bent down untangling our bikes.
"Uh to school it's just up that way" I pointed to my right showing my hands in my jean pockets nervously.
"Aye we going right up there to 100n4th street that's where you headed?" Jaden asked holding both my bike n his bike upright.
I simply nodded.
"Cool. Kick it with us." He sent me a sweet smile and got on his bike still holding mine up for me slowing me to get on.
"That is Luka." He pointed to the short kid that was doing kick flips on his skateboard.
"Omg! I landed that shit nice asf!" He screams hyping hiself.
My friends in la would say tight instead of nice.
"Yea sure Luka" jaden scoffed. And took off on his bike
"Let's go new kid"
And the three of us were off.