K.O., Deuce, and Meko

Seat Down, Eat Something

When I pulled up to the house it looked like it was a million cars out front. Some in the yard, some in the driveway, some on the street. Parking spots had filled up about 10 cars ago so people were just parking in the street. I seen a lot of cars I knew and a lot of cars I didn't know.

"Deuce must have already been at Meko's house," I said to myself under my breath.

His car wasn't there. My stomach dropped: it just felt bad. I didn't really want to go in and I definitely didn't want to see his momma. To my surprise the first person I ran into when I walked in was Deuce.
I kind of laughed because he had his arm in a sling.

"What the fuck happen to you nigga," I asked.

"My shit feel like it's broke, I know it's not but it just feel like it." he replied back in anguish as he was rotating his shoulder as if to show me he wasn't lying.

"What did they say," I asked.

"Nigga you know I ain't going to no doctor," he replied.

"I'm good" .Deuce was scared to go to the doctor he was scared of hospitals period.

"How long has it been hurting," I asked.

"A couple days," he replied.

"Where's yo car at," I asked.

"I got a ride up here, I let one of the bros for the team use it, trying to empress some bougie bitch," he replied.

" Haha yea right , empress a bitch in your car," I said while laughing.

"Boy fuck you, that bitch a Lexus," he replied.

"Come on we you gotta go let everybody know you home then we gotta go see his momma," he said while laughing with his good arm around my shoulder.

"K.O baby you home," momma screamed interrupting every conversation that was going on before I stepped into the kitchen.

"Baby you look so small are you eating down there," she asked while going to the stove.

"Imma fix you a plate. Seat down, eat something.