Tyrell Jackson is a young adult struggling to pay his college tuition and his mama's bills. When his payment date is around the corner, he doesn't have the money to cover the cost. His best friend steps in, which leads him to C.K. Adams.
C.K. Adams...
DaHomieQuan: You calling ppl fake but you didn't even tell me you made a video with the legend, C.K. 😒
I did more than make a video with C.K., but I can't tell him that. In fact, Ion think I ever wanna tell him. Bri the only person that needs to know since she set up the whole thing.
Jacksonville_jit: Mb bruh I forgot you worship this nigga
DaHomieQuan: Bro don't call it that. Real just recognizes real, dats all
BlackBarbieee: Shut up you dick rider
I laugh at Ta'Leah's sudden reply. On that note, I shut off my phone and put it on the nightstand. C.K. suddenly walks in with a bowl of Captain Crunch and the cereal box in the other hand. Wow, he's actually capable of eating like a commoner.
He sits down on the bed. C.K. looks over his shoulder at me. "So listen, you know Draymond Tillis, right?" He asks.
Draymond Tillis is also a famous youtuber and he's C.K.'s homeboy. Unlike C.K., he isn't a well known flirt/player. Draymond is just a goofy nigga that tends to keep to himself. That's why I fuck with him more....figuratively speaking.
"Yea." I answer.
"He's throwing a lil kickback in his backyard today." C.K. explains, "You tryna come wit me?"
"Food gone be there?" I ask.
His lips form a straight line as he nods.
"Ight, I'm coming." I announce.
"And you said I'm tryna make you fat," C.K. shakes his head, "You doin that to yourself."
"You prolly got a secret gym lurking around in yo house somewhere," I said, "So I'm not gone stress it."
C.K. makes a "true true" kind of face and shrugs it off. "Anyways, the kickback starts at 12 and ends at 5." He informs me.
"Imma need to bring my trunks?" I ask.
"Hell yea, Im gone slam yo ass in the pool a couple of times." He smirks.
"Not if I slam you in first." I retort.
Just because I've come to terms with taking dick up my ass, don't mean I'm weak. Do I have to remind niggas that I wasn't searching for the WWE? The WWE was searching for me!
《 Time Skip 》
After entering Draymond's house because C.K. got a key, we walk outside into the backyard area. I look around, not even surprised at what I seeing anymore. I'm just envious forreal. Both these niggas got lavish backyards.
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(C.K's pool)
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