Shootout

(03) Breakfast

"Good morning." I said to Bryson as I seen his head pop up from the couch.

"Mornin.' " He said sleepily. He let out a quiet yawn and rubbed the crust out of his eyes before making his way over to me as I'm in the kitchen.

"You made some food for a nigga?" He asked playfully.

     "Nope. It's time for you to leave. I told you that you gotta go first thing in the morning."

     "Damn. That's how it is?" He chuckled.

      "I'm just playing." I snickered. "What you want? I made some pancakes, eggs and bacon."

     "Let me get all that shit."

     "I got you." I smirked, pulling out a plate from the cabinet and I began making him a plate. As I get done, I put both his plate and mine at the dining table. Then I poured us both some orange juice in a glass, filling it to the top.

Soon as he sat down he dug in.

     "No grace?" I questioned.

     "My fault." He said with his food stuffed in his mouth.

I put my hands in a praying positions, closed my eyes, and started praying. "Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for this food, bless it for the nourishment to our bodies. Amen."

     "Amen." He repeated after me.

I dug my fork into my pancake and bit a piece and chewed.

"This your first time crashing at a strangers house?" I asked jokingly.

"Does living in a group home count?" He asked. "I lived with a bunch of strangers there."

"No, that doesn't count." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"You ever let a stranger in yo crib?" He chuckled.

"Nope." I said, grabbing another piece of my pancake with my fork.

     "You can't just be lettin' folks in yo crib like that. I could've been crazy."

"But you told me you weren't." I bugged my eyes at him. "You should be thanking me."

     "You too pretty to be doin' dumb shit like that."

     "Soooo, you're saying I shouldn't have let you in?" I asked sarcastically.

      "Nah. I'm just sayin' you can't be doin' that shit for niggas who ain't me."

     "You literally make no sense." I laughed, stuffing my face and watching him stuff his too.

     "I ain' even gon' cap. I wasn't expectin' yo fine ass to answer the door. You look good." He said. I could tell he wasn't flirting with me. He was just stating the obvious.

     "Thanks." I did a little smile.

      "This shit hit." He said, referring to the food.

      "Think so?"

     "Know so." He smiled.