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𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙃𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚
"Brooo harlemm pleaseee" his cousin ken whines over the phone causing Harlem to smack his lips
"Dude why this shit so fuckin important ta you" harlem asks harshly as ken pouts
"Becauseee" he drags and harlem rolls his eyes
"Igh dude im comin damn" harlem shakes his head not giving his cousin a chance to respond before he hangs up
"Cant stand this nigga" harlem huffs not bothering to change from his basketball shorts and compression shirt
He had just gotta ready to go to the gym yet before he could ken bad called him begging him to come over and try his new dessert he made
Harlem grabs his keys and wallet before making his way to the door leaving his home making his way to the car where he got settled then made his way to kens house
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@ 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚
"YOURE HEREE" ken jumps onto Harlem who pushes him and makes his way inside
"Lets make this shit spiffy dude i got shit i was tryna do" harlem complains and ken pouts
"If you hate me just say that" he mumbles and harlem roles his eyes
"I hate you, now where dis dessert at gang" he says and ken frowns but proceeds to the kitchen
"Hey frennn" ken speaks as harlem stands against the counter watching ken grab something from the fridge beside the light-skin man he addressed as "fren"
"Hello" the tatted up man speaks one of which catches Harlems attention
"This my cousin Harlem harlem this my new fren Javier" ken introduce the two boys
Harlem sends a head nod and Javier just stares almost as if he was in a trance
Harlem stares back into Javiers dark brown eyes, tilting his head a bit Javier was definitely a pretty boy, nice pink lips, perfectly defines curls on his head his mustache and beard fit him well
"Yo you good" someone else comes in the kitchen breaking the tension between the two
"S-sorry" Javier mumbles causing the dude to snicker
"Nigga you speak fa real" he asks and Javier puts his head down tryna find the words to speak again
"Aye leave shorty lone he chillin" Harlem mugs and the dude mugs harlem back but still went to go sit down
"Swear bishop need ta keep his hoes in check" ken roles his eyes and Harlem chuckles
"Thought he 'knew where home was at'" Harlem says and ken roles his eyes passing him a plate
"Try this nigga" ken said clearly annoyed now making Harlem nod
He sticks his fork inside the cobbler and brings the fork into his mouth closing his eyes throwing his head back before leaning down and spitting it back out
"I told you bought using can fruit" Harlem spats and ken frowns
"But its easierrr" he drags and Harlem roles his eyes
"Shit taste fire but you can tell that shit not real fruit next time use real fruit" Harlem advises and ken nods
"Ay yai captian" putting his hand over his head making Harlem laugh
Harlem then notices Javier was no longer standing with them and sitting alone in the corner
"Yall let dude just sit dere?" harlem questioned and ken looks up
"Nah he cool for real just quiet i appreciate Javiers company" ken says eating his own plate of cobbler
"Mhhm" Harlem hums before walking towards the living room he notices a bunch of girls eyeing him causing him to mug and make his way to Javier
"Yo" he says sitting on the floor beside the boys legs
Javier looks down confused as harlem nods his head towards him
"You straight?" Harlem asks and Javier once again nods his eyes in confusion
"Nah like you good pa" harlem chuckles as Javier face heats up
"Yea im coolin" Javier replies voice barely heard
"Das good, lemme see yo phone for a second" Harlem holds his hand out and Javier hesitantly pulls his phone out his pocket placing it into Harlems hand
"No password, you a good one pa" Harlem smiles and Javier just stares almost mesmerized
"Hm, i added my number you seem jus like ma typa person and ion got no friends so das sum special handsome" he winks and Javier nods
Harlem opens his phone to save Javier as 'Javi🤍' as he knew the man was probably not gonna text due to him being a stranger
"You not gone speak" Harlem hears a familiar voice making him hiss before standing up
"Aye hit my line shorty matta fact ima call you lata igh, you play da game" he asks hope in his eyes
Javier nods his head
"Ouu shit come roll wit me Javi" he smiles excitedly
Finally someone who he knows wont piss him off while he just tryna chill
Javier looks puzzled as Harlem grabs his hand dragging him outside
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FIRST CHAPTER, shit was kinda mid too me not gone lieee im not gone move them too fast but im tryna have them in the close friend level soon