3rd pov
Camp crystal lake
9:12pm
Simba had been sitting on the couch in the middle of rolling a blunt and so far it was going alright. He managed to stuff it full and was on his way to making the perfect, circular, full, hole-less blunt that he had daydreamed about.
That would be the plan until a couple bumped into him while they were making out, causing him to push the two ends of the blunt together then apart quickly making the weed fly all over and ruining his blunt
He was taking deep breaths and moved to a more peaceful place like the isle (kitchen table) and started to roll there since there was only two others there though he was still a bit heated from the earlier encounter
Simba: in......out...in........out.... remember Simba..it's not worth 15 years of your life to whack a couple OF--
he was in the middle of giving himself a pep talk, admiring his half way finished blunt with a smile before the same couple from before was now at the isle. The male sitting the female on the table as they made out
Now this would just annoy Simba..but the bitch let her hands slam into the table to support her as they made out. Where did her left hand land?
The blunt.
...
...
...
...
...
Simba:you know 15 years don't sound too bad as a sentence
Before Simba could make good on his threat his older brother came behind him and pulled him out the chair
Sylas:woah bruh..you know better then to waste these niggas.
As soon as he said that the couple stopped and glanced at the two through the sides of their eyes, the male stopped kissing and looked up at him and rubbed the back of his head
??:oh shit..hey uhh....sorry if we made you mad but could you maybe like....'not....kill us??'
The way he said it made sylas and Simba look at each other and back at him before Simba could say anything sylas stepped in and held his arm Infront of Simba's chest
Sylas:it's just a joke man so chill out..and watch where the fuck your goin'
Sylas said and flashed his waistband which caused the male to nod and raise his hands
??:h-hey man I don't want no issues. I was just joking too..h-haha
Sylas: na it's all good. Just endorse my man for all the weed he lost
??:o-ok
The man handed sylas a crumpled up 20$ and raised his hands again, starting to tremble
Sylas: nigga the fuck is with this funky ass 20?
Sylas pocketed the money and pulled his pants up
Sylas: you just wasted damn near a gram and judging by the fact that this nigga is usually calm, y'all prolly did this more then once so I'm gonna ask again.
Sylas: imma need you to come up out those pockets or your bitch is finna get to gawkin bitch ass nigga
??:Wait! Don't hurt her..I....I have 250$ at home! I-i can-..!
Sylas: see I would trust you..but I know how you bitch mfs operate so you can go n do that...but your bitch stays here.
Simba pushed sylas arm down and nodded as he looked at the man
Simba:for insurance..
??:b-but how do I know you w-won't try anything?
Sylas:you won't
Simba:and your not really the one negotiating terms bitch boy
Simba too, flashed his waistband which made two sets of eyes wander down there.
One from the male that had seen the younger brother also packing and one from the female to see the younger brother......'packing'
Simba seemed to have noticed but kept quiet while the guy, oblivious, looked to his girl and to the two men before he cupped her cheeks and gave her a kiss.
??:I swear I'll be back...alright?
????:ok...max
Max had suddenly left the kitchen and out the front door to his car while sylas and Simba laughed before they dapped each other up and looked towards the girl that was still on the table
Sylas:so what we finna do w the bitch till den?
Simba: I got an idea
He smiled to her and nodded his head to follow him, and she did.
Out the kitchen, up the stairs and into a empty room with the only light being from the led lights that barely lit up the room
He sat on the bed while the muffled music from down stairs filled the house
Soon he spread his legs a bit and took his sweats off partly, kicking his shoes to the side as the woman got to her knees almost immediately, not taking her eyes off of his dick print
Simba: pretty sure you know what the drill is by now..~
____________
??:can you leave out the sex please? And that still hasn't answered the question of 'howd you get down here?'
Simba: impatient short bitch..I'm getting to it so hold your A cups
_______________
It's been a little over 10 mins and Simba was still on the bed, pants all the way to the floor with the room filled with smoke.
the girl now named Nina, was sucking him to her best of her ability.
Which wasn't really much but hey. It is what it is.
The high from the weed, combined with the feeling of her giving head for 10 straight minutes.
Also combined with the now changing led lights he was feeling closer and was finna grab her head when he had a crucial thought
'since when did the led switch have a red/blue setting?'
He pushed her head back and stood up before he walked to the foggy window and wiped the glass to show 4 cop cars and some people already outside.
Simba:fuck! Ok...ok maybe it's just a noise complain-
He recognized a familiar male in a tan and blue shirt pointing at the house and after a few seconds he looked up and pointed aggressively at the window while mouthing something..
3 cops ran into the house guns drawn as Simba ran out the room, sweatpants now pulled up, and ran down the hall away from the stairs before he opened the window and dropped down.
Sylas:woahh! Fucks up with you youngblood?
sylas, who was getting top from a blonde was staring a few feet away from Simba that just landed and hopped the fence Infront of him
Simba:nigga from earlier, here, hella cops, they kn-
As soon as he uttered the word 'cops' sylas jumped over the fence and ran into the woods with Simba right behind and cops following a good 10 meters behind the both of them
Cop 1: we got runners southbound!
Cop 2: requesting air support!
_
___
____L8r