The Gayism

Chapter 4: Date Night?

BAM

I shot up from the sound of my bedroom being kicked open.

"FBI OPEN THE FUCK UP WE GOING TO WALMART BITCH!" a booming loud voice screamed as I was awaked completely by the source. I soon realized it was MLKing.

"Fuck off I'm sleeping," I muttered as I looked over at my clock. 8:12 am, fucking Christ how early does he want me to up.

"Yeah, sure looks like it bud," Smiling as he let me roll out of bed.

"What the hell is this, you know you can do what you want," I asked , generally he bums at my house for showers and food when he can't make ends meet, working at McDonalds while paying college debt wasn't ideal, which is why I let him hang around, not like I mind, he usually pays back his fair, even though he knows I most likely won't accept it. I feel bad for him, he works his ass off but still comes up short, I anonymously leave cash in his mail box but I'm sure he knows.

"I know, but I know you have a date and knowing you, you definitely don't have a suit. So I thought we can go for breakfast, then Walmart, then a suit place, and then we can get you fixed up baby boi," MLKing planned out to me. He's too prepared, but also knows me, the only 'fancy' item I own is a suit from my 6th grade dance, which yes, is yikes.

"Fine, let me get ready first," Groaning as I get up.

"Fine, but leave it unlocked, teeth brushing is a thing ya' know!" I yelled back at him, I was still trying to be quiet but my neighbors were probably already awake. I went to go make my morning tea, not being a coffee person myself, but put some in to be made for him. Sipping on my tea I went down to get my mail, then get ready for the insanity that today will be. When we finally left we took MLKing's car, which he doesn't use entirely often since work isn't far. We stopped at Mama's Grill for breakfast. At Walmart we did the usual, getting our stuff, then fucking around with the balls (a/n hehe) until we almost get kicked out. Just stupid shit to feel like kids again.

"To the mall!" I shouted, I was awake and ready but I'm probably just sugar high from the amount of powdered sugar I put on my French toast. Anyways we went in and got just a plain white dress shirt from one store and some fancy blue jeans from another, I wanted to look nice but not over dressed. The second we got home, I plopped on the couch and passed out.

~time skippppp~

"Get the fuck up, you got a text fRoM yOuR dAdDy," I shot up, I forgot to ask when we were doin' this.

"Aye just so you know 8 tops"

"Ok that's cool see you then!"

6:45, I got 1 hour and 20 minutes max to get ready and out the door. Yikes.

"Yikes, you defiantly took a long nap, ready, I wanna do you up," MLKing was sitting there, smiling like a child. I sighed and got up to get ready. MLKing loves to do my stubble and hair, he learned to do hair when he basically took care of his sister. So he had me plop in a chair while he slicked back my hair and fixed my side fades, then set line for me to shave where my 'beard' was an then he made it look more presentable, then let me dress.

"Try tucking your shirt in a little in the front," I did as I was told, nodding he presumed me ready.

"So what you got planned for tonight, until I get back at least?" I asked calmly, handing him $75. Grudgingly he took it and sighed.

"Not much, maybe hang with Hope later, might bum 'round here I'm not entirely sure, you gonna be ok?" He seemed more nervous then I felt. Smiling I patted his shoulder.

"I'm going to be fine, but if you must know, we are going to Stone Creek and that might be it...you ok? You're more uneasy than usual.." I looked him up and down, he grinned...oh no.

"So what you're saying is you'll be home unless he offers dick?" That bitch, he's panicking, I could tell but he's hiding it, like usual, maybe some jokes to pass the time a little, its only been 45 minutes.