Loving Jordan

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"If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time."-50 Cent

"First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin.
If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french do, I put my tongue in your ear..."

Symere watched as he mumbled the words and rolled the blunt. His locs hung in his face covering his beauty.

Jordan noticed the staring. He looked up with a small grin.

"What nigga?" Jordan questioned.

Symere leaned back licking his lips.

He smiled. "Nun you just a cute ass nigga." He shrugged

Jordan blushed. He shoved Symere into the window.

"Stop that gay shit bruh." He mumbled beginning to lick the blunt to seal it.

Symere watched him lick it with intense eyes.

"My nigga stop staring at me like that!" Jordan laughed.

"Jordan when you gonna stop playing with me." Symere leaned in grabbing Jordan's face to make him look at him.

Jordan sucked his teeth.

"Nigga what are you talking about?" Jordan smacked his lips making a face.

"You know you love me bruh." Symere said leaning in some more.

Jordan blushed again for the second time that night.

"Yeah Symere I love you. I love you so much I let you smoke my shit up. Now back the fuck up." Jordan curved him mushing his face.

Symere rolled his eyes.

Jordan lit the blunt then took a puff. He passed it to Symere.

Symere took a long drag like always causing Jordan to roll his pretty eyes.

Symere held the smoke in his mouth then did what he always did.

Pin Jordan down and try to blow it in his mouth.

Jordan rolled his eyes because Symere wasn't letting up.

"Ight fine. But you better not try to kiss me. I will knock you the fuck out." Jordan reasoned.

Symere blew the smoke in Jordan's mouth. Jordan inhaled it.

Then Symere kissed his birthmark on his cheek. He let go of a shocked Jordan.

Jordan began to fight the air as he exhaled smoke.

Symere was now laughing really hard.

"Man I ain't smoking with yo gay ass no more!" Jordan yelled shoving a cackling Symere.

Symere took another puff passing it to a mad Jordan.

Jordan snatched it.

Symere exhaled. He wrapped his hand around Jordan's neck. He leaned over looking in his eyes.

"Don't snatch shit from me baby boy." He warned tightening his grip.

Jordan choked Symere back.

"I do what I want." Jordan said tightening his grip as well.

Many of his peers were scared of Symere. He was an aggressive lil' dude. There were also rumors he puts hexes on people he didn't like, but Jordan didn't know how true that was. All he knew was that Symere little ass didn't scare him. In fact, his crazy tough personality is what made their friendship work, because Jordan was just as crazy.

"Damn Daddy you just made me hard as fuck." Symere grinned showing his braces. He leaned in to kiss Jordan, but was shoved hard into the window.

Jordan relit the blunt.

"I can't stand gay midgets bruh." Jordan shook his head taking a drag.

"And I can't stand closeted praying mantis." Symere shrugged smacking the blunt out of Jordan's hand blowing the high.

Jordan screamed.

He pulled his glock out his pocket and pressed it to Symere's temple.

Symere pulled out his glock just as swift pressing the cold metal to Jordan's dome.

Jordan made his gun click biting his lip in anger.

Symere clicked his shit as well.

They stared at each other silently threatening each other.

"Nigga I will blow yo head-"

"Which one?" Symere questioned.

Jordan clenched his jaw. He pushed the gun into his temple.

"I'm not playing with you!" Jordan yelled.

Symere cackled.

"Bruh chill. I got some pre rolled in my bag."

Jordan reluctantly put the gun down and put the safety on.

"Nigga...then why the fuck did I roll?" He asked as calm as possible.

Symere caressed his face with his glock.

"Because I like to see you lick that shit baby." He smiled sticking his tongue out in a sexual way.

Jordan clenched his jaw.

"I hate you. I hope you know that."

Symere put the safety back on his gun. He laid it down.

"I love you, but you already knew that." Symere stated blowing him a kiss.

This was a usual smoke session for the two. Symere would make Jordan so mad he'd threaten to murder him. Symere would profess his love for Jordan when things died down, and Jordan would feel weird shit crawling in his tummy.

Yeah, Symere Woods was in love with Jordan Carter.

And...

Jordan Carter was in love with his weed.
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A/N: What y'all think? Should I continue or nah?