It was a hot, Summer night and Hakeem sat on the front porch of his grandmother's house, the bright street lights shining over him as he held a blunt in his mouth while he sat in a manspread position, slightly slouching.
Hakeem looked over to his right where his ashtray sat and began ashing the blunt inside of the ashtray that was beside him and sat up further than before. He watched as a car slowly pulled up into his driveway, making him lean forward, his hand instinctively falling on his Glock G𝟏𝟗 Pistol that was on his waist.
Seeing a dark shadow rise from the car, Hakeem stood up and slowly pulled his gun out of the waistband of his pants, keeping it at a level spot beside his left leg. Hakeem smacked his lips once he saw who it was: his longtime best friend, Isaac, or Izzy for short.
Hakeem stared at Isaac with a stony expression. "Bitch, you almost got killed" he said, before sitting back down on the Gracious Living Cayman White plastic stack chair that his grandmother kept on her porch.
Issac waved Hakeem off as he sat in the seat a few inches away from him before speaking. "You wasn't gon' do nothing."
Hakeem laughed, knowing that was far from the truth, as he thought about what could've happened if that wasn't his best friend.
"What you out here for? Ain't you supposed to be in the bed?" Issac playfully asked, looking at Hakeem who was on his phone.
"I'ma act like I don't hear you 'cause you just did too much," Hakeem responded, side-eyeing him.
Isaac started laughing, which quickly turned into a scowl, once he saw somebody who owed him and Hakeem some money, making Isaac stand up, and Hakeem follow suit as they looked at the person.
Before Hakeem walked off the porch, he stuck his head in the door to let his grandma know he was leaving. "I'll be back in about an hour, I love you!"
The two friends then walked off the porch, looking both ways to make sure nobody saw them and no cars were coming before continuing toward the man.
"Peanut!" Hakeem called out. The man, whose name is Peanut, stopped in his tracks once he realized who was calling him. He mentally sighed, thinking he had gotten off the hook.
Peanut turned around, hoping the two had forgotten, but was knocked out of his thoughts as a fist landed on his face and his nose started to leak out a crimson red color, indicating it was busted.
"You thought we was gon' forget?" Izzy questioned, holding Peanut up by his collar.
"Get yo' ass in the fuckin' car" Izzy pushed Peanut's body towards the car as Hakeem looked around, making sure nobody was looking.
He hated when people were in his business. Something about it irritated him, knowing that everyone would ask about things that didn't concern them.
"We good?" Isaac asked, bringing his attention to Hakeem who looked around once more.
"Yeah, let's go before somebody messes up the plan," Hakeem nodded, getting in the car on the driver's side while Isaac got in on the passenger's side.
