Welcome to Dominion Falls University! Let me introduce you to the brothers of Sigma Iota Psi and Phi Beta Rho. Trevor, Adrian, Giovanni, Christopher and the brothers of the fraternities are about have some ups and downs this fall semester.
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Giovanni's POV
I guess since I haven't received a call that Sisko was in the ER for alcohol poisoning, that everything was ok with his ass. I hope he'll be ok cause last night was kinda sad. I mean, it was kinda like meeting your idol and find out this nigga got moist hands or some shit like that.
Anyway, I got my own shit to deal with. Chris wanted me to go home with him for Thanksgiving to meet his parents. Wait... lemme clarify that. He's invited me to come with him for Thanksgiving since my raggedy ass parents were "going on holiday" to the Mediterranean with their bougie ass friends. I was cool with being solo dolo for the holiday. Shit, hit up a diner, get good and full, football, some drinks and a blunt or two and a nigga would be set. Then wake up the next day to go shopping. But nah, my dude wanted me to go with him to Louisiana and sweat my ass off and eat alligator or some other swamp creature in tomato sauce. However, that's not really my issue. My issue is that I'm listening to him talk to his parents and I heard my name and then "my friend". Really, lil nigga? He literally has my nut running down the back of his leg and he's calling me his friend? Bet. See, Chris hasn't come out to his parents yet. And I can respect that. Come out in your own time. But don't be throwing me in the damn gumbo pot when the shrimp ain't clean. Damn, I've gotten country as shit since I've been in Texas. But you know what the hell I'm talking about!
I got up outta his bed and put on my shorts and went back to my room. I didn't wanna hear him talk to his parents. It's like there are two versions of him. When he's with me, Chris is carefree, light. But when he's talking to his parents or he come back from break, he's this cold, judgmental asshole that yall got a glimpse of on move in day. And he seriously wanted me to spend a whole week with people that made him like that? If I don't take that shit from the mofos that raised me, I'm damn sho not about to take it from some mufuckas that drink shit outta mayo jars. Fuck man! But I knew if I didn't go, this nigga would be mad and shit and I'm not for all of that shit. I needed to go talk to my boy and see what he thought.
I threw on a shirt and my Nike slides, grabbed my keys and headed to see Sisko. When I got to the Sigma house, I walked in and they were all gathered around, playing 2K19. I didn't see Sisko though.
"Ayo, Maj, Sisko here?"
"Yeah, that nigga in his room. Prolly passed the fuck out."
"Aiight, bet"
I ran up the stairs to his room and just walked in. I knew I should've knocked. Why didn't I knock?
"Ayo, yall cut this shit out. Nigga, I need your help, man."
He had Adrian sitting between his legs while he was trying to braid Adrian's hair. That shit looked raggedy as fuck but Adrian had this content ass smile on his face.
"Nigga this is my room. I can do what the fuck I want. And if I wanna braid bae's hair, I'm gonna do that shit. Now what the fuck you want, bruh?"
