Quinton B. James is an eccentric rebellious young man who finds himself in an awkward position when an old fling re-enters his life. While Quinton attempts to wrap his mind around the situation, he is also faced with other everyday life obstacles wi...
"I'm down with wherever you wanna go," he replied. He slipped his backpack off his shoulders and began to look through it. I went back and forth in my mind trying to decided where we should go. Finally I settled on Lakeridge Park, which had a drop-dead gorgeous view over Castro Valley.
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After driving and lip-syncing to Rico Nasty for six minutes, we arrived at our destination. I put the car in park and unplugged the rainbow auxiliary cord from my phone, handing it to him.
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"I'm good," he declined. "Just keep playing yo music."
"I listen to some weird shit. You sure?"
"Yeah."
You can't say I didn't warn him. I plugged my phone back in and switched to my 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 playlist. I didn't really feel like picking song after song. I set my phone in my lap and pulled a bag of weed from the pocket of my overalls. My friend had gave it to me try out. It was supposed to be a hybrid between Cookies Gelato and Royal Gorilla or something like that. Whatever it was, it was stronger than Bill Kazmaier on three truckloads of crack.
"You got a wood," I asked. He pulled out a five pack of vanilla backwoods and gestured over to me.
"Oh no, playa'. You roll," I retorted as I chucked the bag of weed at him. He chuckled as he set about assembling the wood. I still felt a bit apprehensive about the situation. For all I knew, this man could be setting me up to get mugged or sold to some fatso in Italy. I decided to devise an emergency plan. Just to be extra double cherry on top sure.
I reached over and opened the trunk. I unbuckled my seatbelt and assured him that I would return in a second. I walked behind the car to appraise my mobile arsenal.
My mobile and super duper cute and handy arsenal: * Katana Sword * Meteor Hammer * Mallet * Baseball Hat * Grenade Launcher * Grenades * Dynamite * Brass Knuckles * Chloride Gas Bombs * Tear Gas Bombs * LED Strobe Light Bombs * Throwing Spades * 9mm Revolver * Pump Action Shotgun
I know y'all are going to call me crazy for having all this in my trunk, but you got to understand where I am on the World's Hitlist. I'm a gay, black, male so that's already three strikes. And that paints a giant bullseye on my back alone. I learned that I had to stay prepared for anything. Also, for those wondering how the hell I managed to get all the sweets, just know that I have my ways. Anyways, I took note of everything and slowly put a quick plan together. If he started acting anymore suspicious than he was now, I would send three throwing spades at his right pupil before putting my rock candy revolver at his cranium for questioning. You can't burn a book without knowing the story.
Now that I had a mental missionary plan locked and loaded, I made my way back into the driver's seat. I don't know if this man was on speed or not, but when I looked over, he had managed to roll two woods in a matter of minutes. Was I impressed? No.
"Okay, Flash," I say jokingly. I reached over and took one from his lap and set fire to it. The car instantly smelled of a sweet, citrusy aroma. Saying it was enticing would be the understatement of the century. I put the wood to my lips and took a deep inhale. I was hit back immediately, but I wasn't a rookie so I didn't suffocate. I took another hit before passing it to him. I was starting to feel the euphoric sensation run it's course through my body.
"Oh shit," he said before letting two breathy coughs slip from his mouth. I giggled at him struggling to catch his breath. Maybe I wouldn't have to kill him if he kept up coughing like that. A deep bass towed me from my thoughts. I quickly recognized the song. Novacane by Frank Ocean began to ooze through the speakers.
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"I fuckin' love this song," I said excitedly. I turned up the volume and began to sway my head to the tantalizing music. I started to lip sync the lyrics when I felt a pair of eyes searing through my head. I turned my head and was met by Steph's gaze. He looked at me as if he were a ravenous lion and I was a succulent slice of steak that was marinated for two weeks. My body quivered with desire at the sight of him licking his rotund lips. I could feel us being drawn together by some lustfully magnetic force. He continued to look at me with a fire in his eyes and leaned in closer. We were about 17.22 centimeters from each other when I had a strangely familiar sense cascade through my mind. It felt like déjà vu but six times stronger than anytime before. Then it clicked. I've been in this predicament before. Years ago, at that football game. Cue the flashback, please.
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