Worthy

Meet the Folks

---- Damen POV---

The sunlight peeks into my eyes as I open them, allowing the drum line in my head to increase in volume. As I try to compose myself I look around to see I am in Wes's pool house for some reason.

How in the hell did I get in here?

I can't believe I drank that much. I've never been a lightweight when it comes to alcohol but these days I have to allow myself to get tore up, that way I have an excuse why I didn't bag a shorty while we were out and about. Shit! Guess this is the price I pay for keeping secrets, but man this shit is getting old.

I quickly tell myself to stop my bitching and man the fuck up. I wash my face, put on my poolside attire and made my way into the main house through the kitchen.

Stepping through the door I looked at Wes coming from the opposite direction, looking just as fucked up as I feel.

"Bout time you guys got up. What time did you two get in here last night?" Slightly scaring the shit out of me, I hadn't noticed Mrs. Lafuentes (Ma/ Mama) at the kitchen table peeling potatoes.

"Good morning Ma" we both said in unison.

"Don't good morning ma me boys, it's almost two pm and Wes you are supposed to be picking up your sister from the train station at three forty-five and Dameon you should have been started on that grill." We both just stand there dumbfounded. I can't believe that it's actually damn near two like what the holy hell did we do last night? The last time I can recall seeing was midnight before we started knocking back red cups of hunch punch.

"Dameon!" she shouted.

"Huh? I mean yea ma'am?" as I struggle to bring myself out of my mind search.

"What hour did you guys get in last night?" she repeated in a sterner tone. Panic rushed through my body as I struggle to figure out something to say. She knows I can't lie to her, but I also can't let her know that we were so fucked up that I don't remember a damn thing after midnight. I didn't want to see the look of disappointment in her eyes since she was the only mother figure I had ever known in my life.

"Dameon!" Shit I could hear her getting pissed the more she said my name. Wes was no help at all, this moron is just staring at me with the same blank expression I have. I couldn't help but to start to stammer "U-Ugh, W-Well, U-Ugh".

"EVELYN leave these boys alone!" I let out a silent sigh of relief at Mr. Lafuentes (Pops) perfect timing as he's walking into the kitchen.

"LEAVE IT ALONE!!!" Ma shouted as she turned her head slightly to the right. "Why don't you care about what time they got in ERIC?"

"Because they are young men out doing what young men do EVELYN!" Pops snapped back at her. Holy shit balls when I tell you it is EPIC to watch these two go at it; it's like watching a boxing match.

*Ding, Ding*

In this corner standing 5'5" weighing in at 175lbs we have the light skinned Haitian Beauty Queen Evelyn "The Death Stare" Lafuentes!

AND in this corner standing a long 6'4" at 245lbs we have the Honduran Headhunter Eric "The Million Dollar Baby" Lafuentes. Let's get ready to RRRUUUMMMBBBLLLEEE!

Wes and I just stand there popping grapes in our mouths like they were popcorn. "I got a bill ($100) on moms" I whispered to Wes. "You're on! Pops definitely got this one in the bag."

"So you mean to tell me that your cool with them out in the streets at all times of the night doing God knows what with God knows who?"

"As long as they are together doing God knows what with God knows who and end up in their beds then NO WOMEN I don't see the problem!"

Our heads bounce back and forth to each person like we are watching a Wimbledon match.

"Uh huh" is all she replies as she leans back in her seat, folds her arms, and smirks. I can tell from her demeanor this is over. "So when you DAUGHTER walks in at WHATEVER time just like your precious boys, you keep that same energy because there will still be NO problem for you to see ok."

Oh, shit the Haitian Beauty Queen has hit the Honduran Headhunter with a one, two combo! Can he recover before the end of the count?

ONE!

Pops just stands there with his mouth slightly open speechless.

TWO!

Ma just stares at him as her smirk grows into a full blow smile.

THREE!

You can see the wheels turning in Pops head as he tries to find something to say.

FOUR!

I lean over to Wes "Run me my money."

FIVE!

"Hell naw!" he whispers back.

SIX!

Ma starts to going back to peeling her potato's never taking her eyes off Pops

SEVEN!

I nudge Wes once more, "Cash only, preferably twenties."

EIGHT!

Pops swallowed hard as he runs his hands through his hair attempting to hold his gaze with Ma's

NINE!

Defeat is definitely imminent "NO!" Wes shouts, throwing his hands up.

TEN!

Silently admitting defeat Pops turns. towards Wes and I "Didn't your mama tell you that you supposed to be picking up your sister? Why you still here, boy?"

TKO!

"OH WHAT THE FREAK!" Wes yells out as he makes his way out the kitchen.

"Um Hmm, that's what I thought." Ma mumbles. "And Wes drive like you have some common sense, please! Dameon can you please start cutting up these potatoes for me?"

"Um NO MA'AM! Dameon get the meat and the seasonings, then meet me at the grill! " Pops interjects. Me and Wes couldn't help but freeze mid motion at the possibility of a round two.

"Fine go help Mr. Grumpy Pants" she concedes.

"You love my grumpy pants though." he joked back. "Only the way you fill them out in the front" she snaps back. "EWWWW" we say in unison as both Wes and me shook our heads.

"AHH grow up how do you think you got here boy" Pops belts out as he leans down and places a kiss on Ma's lips.

Man, I love this family.

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