☆ No Black Girls • B.J ☆

Get Married?

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I facepalm myself.

"You're a boy, Bronny, you have no period."

He just showed me nothing I did to help him get more sober worked.

I shake my head as I finish up my taco.

"So I'm not bleeding?"

He asks me, serious and concerned.

"No.."

I respond quietly.

I finished up the last of my taco and put my trash inside the bag.

"Do you know your address?"

I asked him. He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking.

"Um, it's like, it's hduejjiwjevdskeo."

He answers.

I picked my phone up and typed what he said in 'maps'. I also connected my phone to Bronny's car, and had him turn his Bluetooth off. He was able to do that by himself, so maybe he's getting less tipsy.

Once I was all set to go to Bronny's house, I backed out the parking lot and pulled off onto the road.

"How you feeling?"

I ask him, hoping he's feeling a little better. He was staring ahead.

"Like jesus."

He replies, grinning big from ear to ear.

Well I guess the water and the slap didn't really help.

"What's four plus eight Bronny?"

I ask him, almost hopeless that I could make him less tipsy.

"..That's 12, right?"

He squints while looking at me, unsure.

"Yes!" I almost applaud him. "Now do you remember where we're going?"

I felt confident, confident he might be getting better.

"To my crib to fuuuck!"

He drags the 'u' in 'fuck', positive that was going to happen.

Well, at least he knows where he's going,

"Um, only if you don't act like this in front of your parents.."

I taunt him, an idea popping up.

"Like what?"

He pouts, confused.

"When you see your parents, you gotta act like..like a happy guy."

I make up. I'm trying to get him to not act how he is now, and try to put a different act on. So maybe his parents see the act I told him to do, rather than him just acting drunk, because he is.

"Like a happy guy? I am a happy guy."

He was a little offended.

"Yes, but if you act really happy, then I'll fuck you real good."

I cringe as I say that sentence. That is disgusting.

"Really?"

A cute smile forms on his face. I take a right turn and continue straight.

"Yes."

The shit I have to say to get him to act right...crazy.

The rest of the ride was ok. Bronny asked me a few dumb questions here and there, but he wasn't as bad as he was when we were leaving the party. The ride to his house took about 25 minutes, considering it was in a more secluded area. It was basically a private mansion. I could see the entire house from a distance when we were five minutes away.