“You were staring at her like a fucking serial killer. Would it kill you to smile at a bitch or say hello politely, damn.” Aren chuckled.
“Man fuck you,” I told him.
“She bad as fuck,” he said while blowing the smoke from his blunt in the air. We sat out on the porch of our grandfather's house smoking a blunt. This had been the first piece of property he bought after his first business became a success.
“Seems like she got a good head on her shoulders from what Char said about her,” Alestar spoke. “Char told me she was trying to start her life over after some nigga mistreated her back home. Didn’t really go into too much detail. Just said the nigga was a narcissist fuck boy.”
Damn that had me thinking. So lil baby was single, smart and in need of a real nigga. The way she ran out on dinner you would have thought I had tried to stab her ass. She is definitely a little different. She smiled and interacted appropriately, but it was forced. It was like she had been delivering lines she had memorized for a movie and not being her true self. Not to mention the few times I could have sworn she had been whispering to herself. I'm going to have to handle her delicately to find out what she was really about. Not just the persona she gave to the outside world.
Something about her intrigued me and made me want to know everything about her. Shorty was thick as hell like I like ‘em too. Pretty face, flawless dark brown skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. Big ass titties with a nice round ass and fluffy stomach. I can’t wait to wrap them thick thighs around my neck. She wasn’t ready for that though, but she would be soon. I’m kind of glad her nigga back home wasn’t shit. It would make it that much easier for me to get to know her and show her what it was like to have a real man in her life.
I couldn’t help staring at her. She probably thought I was a creep.
“Gun what the fuck you over there thinking about? We been calling your name for a minute.” Aren yelled.
“Yeah, sorry. What did you say?” I asked.
“He was over there thinking about Pepper’s bad ass,” Alestar laughed.
“Man, you scared her away she’s never going to fuck with you. Wit yo scary ass. Looking at bitches like a stalker,” Aren chuckled like shit was funny.
“Ha ha, let that be the last time you call her as a bitch my nigga,” I growled.
“Sorry killa. I will refrain from calling sis a bitch. For real though they’ll be here tomorrow. What ya’ll lame ass niggas gotplanned? I’ll keep Ma busy so ya’ll can shoot ya’ll shot. It’s the least I can do. I’m tired of you niggas looking lonely,” Aren smirked.
“Nigga I’m not lonely,” Alestar said. “Your cousin knows what it is. I just never stepped to her out of respect for you two niggas.”
“And you shouldn’t have until you were ready to man up and be what she needs you to be. Now that you are, we both give you our blessing.”
“Thank you, bruh. I’m just going to tell Char how I feel and see where that gets me,” Alestar smirked.
“Nigga, you think that high school ass shit going to work,” Aren said laughing.
“Giving advice on how to court anybody is not your forte. Man stick to what you know which is designing video games and fucking Liam,” I said.
“Whatever,” Aren said, going back to typing on his phone.
“Who are you texting anyway?” I asked.
“Our new friend.”
“A new friend, right. Does this new friend have breasts or a dick?”
He gave me a mean mug and went back to typing. That nigga did not discriminate on who he fucked with it could be the thickest of bitches or the handsomest of niggas, as long as they were bad, he was going to fuck, they loved his pretty ass.
“Yo, I just wanted to say thank you for coming down with us to get this inheritance shit squared away. I know you hadn’t planned on moving back here so soon. I appreciate you for always having our back, bruh.” Aren said, looking up from his phone to Alestar.
“If you don’t shut your sensitive ass up, you know y’all my brothers and we all ridin’ till the wheels fall off this bitch.”
He knew all too well what it was like to navigate this life without parents. If it wasn’t for Ma and Char, we would be alone in this world. I really did appreciate Alestar for changing his plans for us. We had been friends since elementary, and he was always there for us, and we would always be there for him in return.
“Yo, don’t forget we have to be at the lawyer’s office tomorrow at 8:00 am.” I reminded Aren. “We should be able to get in and get out in time to be back before Ma and the girls show up.”
“Nigga, I didn’t forget, I want to get this shit wrapped up as quickly as you do, the faster we handle this shit the faster we can put all their bullshit behind us.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Aren and I shared the same emotions for our parents. They made choices that affected all aspects of our lives. They were the reason I couldn’t let anyone in. It was because of them I didn’t trust people not to leave me. I had mastered the skill of keeping myself closed off so no one could inflict that kind of pain on me ever again. Thankfully for us our grandparents had been old-school visionaries who took the skills they had and created generational wealth with discipline and determination. They left behind millions in a trust locked away until Aren and I finished our schooling.
