Chance
Eli: Bye Chance
Chance: don't be rolling your eyes at me either.
Damn....
Something about that boy. Ever since the first time I saw him walk in to my barber shop, dude got me thinking some things. I don't even roll like that. At all. I mean of course my brother is gay so I'm always gonna respect it. But this Eli dude got me wanting to fuck him up and fuck him at the same time. And he know it too.
After I walk Eli out I walk to the kitchen to start some water. I'm in the mood for some grits and eggs before I go to work. Speaking of work let me wake this nigga up so he can get to work.
Chance: Aye yo Char... WTF?
Charlie: OMG! Chance!
Chance: You fucking my brother?
I'm getting tight. Not because they fucking around or whatever, it's that they ain't tell me. What type of shit is that?
Charlie: NO, NO Chance it's not what it looks like I promise! Calm down.
Charlie says crying
Chance: Don't tell me to calm down. I come in here and see my best friend in between my brothers legs?! How long this shit be going on?
Jatavion: Yo bro.
Chance: You wanna call me bro, but can't tell me you fucking my brother. How long?
Charlie: A Year
Chance: A.... you know what. Get ready for work.
Charlie: WORK?
Chance: Yea nigga, work. You know the one you got fired from because you like to curse out customers. So now you gonna be the new barbers assistant.
Charlie: oh hell naw
Chance: And YOU...
I say pointing at Jatavion.
Chance: you can get the fuck out my house.
Jatavion: Yo man
Chance: Nah I don't even wanna talk to you right now. You can bounce tho.
I can't believe this shit. I been knowing Jatavion before Chance was even born. You mean to tell me you couldn't come to me man to man to tell me you digging my brother? I'll get over it soon, not right now tho.
Today is Saturday, so you know it's crazy. Fortunately my barbershop is one of the hottest barber shops in the city. And that's facts! We got the best barbers and downstairs we got the best hairstylist. Whatever you need, we got you!
What 24 year old black man from the hood you know own they own barber shop? I mean granted, I didn't get it the legal way. But fuck all that shit. I had to do what I had to do to take care me and my brother. Simple as that. My moms a crackhead and I don't even know my pops. Charlie's dad in jail for murder. So, yea I slanged weed until I was able to get this beauty. Shit and I still may slang them in the back office from time to time.
As I'm cutting my clients hair, here comes little shawty with that smirk rolling a stroller. I don't know but he looks good rocking that stroller.
Chance: what's good Shawty.
Eli: Hi Chauncey.
Chance: oh shit, we saying government names now Mr. Elijah Jah-Mill St. Bernard.
Eli: *sucks teeth* you alway do too much. Lol. Where is Charlie?
Chance: Oh he went to to get our lunch. But before that he had to go to the beauty store. So he may be gone a while. Who baby?
Eli: This is little Montez.
He says picking him up. He's a little cutie. Chunky thing.
Chance: you look good with a baby.
Eli: oh whatever. Nothing coming outta this.... I mean I ain't having no babies no time soon.
Chance: your sure about that?
I ask taking a peek at him.
Eli: oh I'm positive about that.
He says giving me a smirk. Sitting down giving Montez a bottle.
Chance: you should let me cut you up.
Eli: No thanks.
Chance: Why not.
Eli: We just got on good terms. Let's not back track.
Chance: I'm not gonna fuck it up this time. Comere.
Eli: what about the baby?
Chance: put em in the stroller and bring it with you.
He does what I tell him. And sit in my chair. With the look on his face.
Eli: I will fuck you up Chance.
Chance: Man chill out. I got you. Sit down.
Chance: so why you got the baby anyway?
Eli: you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Chance: try me
He was definitely right. Cause I don't believe him. But I'm not surprised. I mean, look at me. Neither of my parents wanted me. I came out strong. I could never leave my kid tho.
Chance: Damn bruh. That's fucked up. I applaud it. Cause it couldn't be me.
Eli: Its definitely difficult. My moms busy with work. So it's kinda me doing everything. But what can I do?
Chance: Damn. I'm sorry to hear that. If you need anything don't hesitate to let me know. You feel me.
Eli: Thank you.
Chance: So when you gonna stop playing?
Eli: what you talking bout.
Chance: me and you. You know we had a vibe since the first day we laid eyes on each other.
Eli: Idk if I would call it that....
Chance: *sucks teeth* stop playing with me bruh. You can't tell me they ain't no sparks between us.
....
Chauncey: you should let me take you out.
Eli: how bout let's wait for that answer until you finish my cut.
Chance: Or how bout you just say yes. I am holding the clippers.
Eli: lmao. Stop playing.
Devin: And would you look who I found?
