The Comforts We Despise MxM (Staten Krown)

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"We should not be in here. This is a bad idea."

I watched as Ozzie dug through the clothes in the back of Recognitions. We had broken into the store late at night. Recognitions was the store that had all the hot clothing everyone would be wearing the first day of school. I'm talking labels. Ozzie wasn't stealing. He just wanted to know what the hottest new trends would be because he HAD to top them. He was a dramatic like that. You think that stopped him. Nope.

Ozzie didn't give a damn. Ozzie was the Honeybadger.

"There is no way Adrian McCoy is going to beat me this year," Ozzie stated.

Adrian McCoy was Ozzie's archnemesis. Adrian was the other fashionable guy in school. The difference between Ozzie and Adrian was straight and Ozzie was a big queen. Adrian also was really popular. He didn't seem to try. It just came naturally. The girls loved him and Adrian got a ton of attention. I had no idea why Ozzie would compete with someone like Adrian but it didn't matter.

"You guys have two completely different styles," I tried to tell him.

"Honey, there are only two styles. Hot and Not."

"And that is not..."

Ozzie had picked up a dashiki with the brightest colors imaginable.

"You think. What if that is the hot new trend?" Ozzie stated, "We need to go find us some dashikis. I bet you everyone is going to be in school wearing this shit but us. And we will be the late boys. I REF– USE..."

"HEY, HEY what are you guys doing in here!"

The flashlight came streaming through the room. I was sure it was like a security guard or something. I knew we would get in trouble for being in here.

"Shit time to book it!"

"What were you thinking?" Pristine asked, "You sneak out in the middle of the night with that...that peasant to steal! I didn't know you had to steal. Are we poor now? I didn't get the memo. Preston, are we poor now?"

Preston was the butler. I was sitting around being chastised clearly after being caught out with Ozzie. Pristine wasn't my mother. My parents had died from a car crash 7 years ago when I was 10. Since then I had been living with the Hills. They were my godparents and truth be told they were loaded. I mean they had a butler for godsakes. A damn good one too he even had an English accent and the old white man reminded me a love of Alfred off of Batman.

Preston was loyal to Pristine to the core. I wasn't surprised when he shook his head almost immediately, "No Ma'am."

"Now Quashie, your mother and I go way back but you've been nothing but trouble since you came here. You've been acting out and I don't get it. I know it's hard but that she died years ago. I look at you...like a son and this hurts me...it hurts me!"

Queue the waterworks. Pristine started to cry almost immediately. Her husband Oscar Hill even rolled his eyes. She had dragged him in the room for the lecture as well hoping he'd provide her emotional support but he looked bored out of his mind. I called him Mr. Hill because he was old as dust. Pristine had to be 40 and Mr. Hill was pushing 70 something. He didn't act like it. He was actually my favorite in the house which didn't mean much.

"I'm so sorry Pristine," I stated, "I'll never act out again.

I wasn't sorry. She was being a drama queen as usual. I knew I'd have to apologize a few more times to stop her crying. Mr. Hill looked like he was a half asleep just standing there. I almost wanted to laugh but I knew it'd just make Pristine worse.