Odell and Kenya have been best friends throughout college. As graduation approaches and both their lives are set to change, they evaluate whether they should be more than friends.
"Yo O can I talk to you." Juice ran after me as I was leaving the locker room and going to my car.
I folded my arms, leaned against my car and waited for him to talk.
"You ain't been at home but I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry bruh. For disrespecting K, disrespecting you. It's just when she curbed me I didn't really know how to act. Juice don't get curved you know that bruh." He laughed and held his hand out for me to dap.
I wasn't amused. I stood in the same position.
He cleared his throat. "I just want us to go back to being brothers again. The two bird chest freshmen who knew one day, we'd impact the game in a major way. None of this fighting man."
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I thought back to how me and Juice had been friends since freshmen year as well. Things were a little off this year for whatever reason, even before the K thing, but we had been on this journey together and he was indeed like a brother to me.
"You can say what you want about me, just keep K out your mouth. And stay away from her."
"Gotcha bruh. Let's go down to Mississippi State and whoop they ass like we always do." He held out his hand for me to dap.
I looked at it for a minute, and dapped him up.
He smiled. "Be safe bruh."
"You too." I got in my car and drove off.
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I walked through the door and saw K at the kitchen sink washing dishes. I put my football stuff in the corner and walked up behind her, grabbing her waist.
"As soon as you here that door open you greet me woman." I softly bit her neck and tickled her stomach.
"Stop." She hit my arm.
I wouldn't let her go. I kept tickling her stomach and then her neck. She was laughing trying to break away from me, but I pulled her closer.
"Let me go." She looked at me.
I looked her serious. "You win."
But tickled her some more holding her where she couldn't get away.
That was until she got the water sprayer and sprayed my face. Then my body. I ran out the kitchen.
"Yo, K stop. I quit." I laughed peeking around the corner, dripping wet.
She held it out to warn me. "Try it again, this is what you gon get."
"I said, I quit dang. Mean ass. Put it back."
She put it back and proceeded to wash the dishes.
I took off my wet shirt and my jeans and was just standing in boxer briefs, which were partially soaked.
