LOCATION:
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
YOU'RE A FUCKING
NOBODY!
GIVE IT UP, YOU
WEIRDO.
WHY CAN'T YOU JUST
DISAPPEAR SOMEWHERE?
YOU'RE THE SCUM
OF THE EARTH
FACE IT.
YOU'RE A FAGGOT!
"What the fuck?" I quietly murmured to myself. Must've been another nightmare. My eyes squinted a bit, as my vision became hazy. The subtle breeze wasn't doing much justice toward it neither.
I gazed upon my surroundings, blinking rapidly to bring my vision back to normal. As it did so, I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful city that lied upon my gaze. The sunrise made the scenery even more beautiful.
I stretched my arms out, realizing that I fell asleep on the roof of my apartment building. Honestly, I didn't mind, considering this was just one of the many times this has happened. I enjoy looking up at the stars, hoping to find the one my mom adopted for me when I was nine years old.
Fully waking up from my slumber, I pulled out my phone that rested in my backpack. The time read 11:38 in the morning. A small smile appeared onto my face.
"Time to go mess with Jordan." I said, standing up into my feet. I used my hands to dust off the dirt that was on my clothes before walking towards the door that leads to the stairwell. It's what I walk down practically every other day.
Once I reached my front door, I grabbed my key from my pocket to unlock the front door. When I did so, I twisted the doorknob in order to enter my home, yet the door wouldn't budge.
Of course, he locked the top lock, when I specifically told him not to.
I groaned in aggravation, resting my forehead against the olive green door. "Carti, you will be the fucking death of me." I spoke through my gritted teeth. I began to knock on the door, loudly enough to wake him up, yet not to disturb the peace of everyone else.
By the grace of God, I heard the top lock unlock, and the door was pulled open by Jordan. I stared at his physique, as he wore a pair of Nike grey sweatpants, which showed his large length print. His white button up shirt was hanging off of his shoulders as his upper body was fully exposed, showing the plethora of tattoos that covered it.
"Where you been at, lil' nigga?" He questioned me. I snapped out of my trance, sighing lightly. "I was on the roof again." I confessed, looking downwards in embarrassment.
"You and that roof, man. I should pack your shit and bring it up there. It's damn near your second home." He said, chucking softly. I joined him, using my hand to nudge his arm gently.
"I'm so tired, gosh." I spoke while yawning midway through my sentence. He then started to stare at me with an unreadable emotion on his face. My face twisted in confusion before rubbing my face, assuming there was something on it. He simply chuckled, which left me even more confused.
"Come in, I bought breakfast for us." He said, opening the door wider, patiently waiting for me to enter.
"Carry me?" I asked, leaning onto the frame of the door, sighing in exhaustion.
"Nigga, if you don't― yo, just come in the house so you can eat!" He exclaimed, which surprised me a bit.
"Please? Pretty please? Just this once, I had to walk back down all those flights of stairs." I begged, my bottom lip poking out ever so slightly as I give my iconic pouting face.
Jordan rolled his eyes, and picked me up bridal style. My arms immediately wrapped around his neck as he carried me into the apartment.
He carefully made his way towards the couch, sitting down while I'm in his arms. My hold on him was still there as he tried to push me off of his lap.
"Sy, get off of me, now! You play too fucking much man." He stated, using all of his strength to move my body from his. I wouldn't budge because I wanted to lighten up the mood this morning.
"Aw, you know you love me Cartipooh." I teased, twirling my index finger around one of his dreads. He kissed his teeth, looking at me in disgust. "What did I tell you about calling me that? Now you just asking to get fucked up."
Before I get a chance to retort with a smart remark, his hands aimed straight for my torso as he began to tickle me. "I quit, I quit!" I exclaimed, attempting to move his hands away. He eventually gave in, placing his hands into my lap.
I looked down at them, before quickly moving off of his lap completely. I won't say I was aroused, but I get a chill down my spine when anyone besides me touches that area of my body. "Okay, so uh, what's for breakfast?" I asked, trying to converse with my roommate.
"Oh, I bought some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Thought you might like some." He spoke nonchalantly, grabbing a small, tan tray from off of the coffee table. It held grounded up weed and an empty backwoods wrapper.
Really? This was the grand breakfast Carti was rushing me inside of the house for? My head slowly nodded as I stayed silent, walking towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" He asked; The nerve of him to even be concerned. "To a Jordan-free environment, that's where, dad." I retorted, before grabbing my skateboard and walking out of the front door.
I wanted to get out today. I love Jordan to death, but you can only get use to the smell of weed for a certain amount of time before you get secondhand high your damn self. If that's even a thing.
***
I started to roam the streets of Los Angeles on my skateboard. The nice breeze and hot summer sun had a nice contrast against my skin. At this point, I was window-shopping. I had the urge to buy some skating shoes, yet I didn't know what type to get.
"Hey, heads up kid!" a random person yelled out, and I came to a swift and unsmooth stop.
I glanced down at a fire hydrant, which I was inches from. My gaze then went onto a guy with some braids in his hair. They were pulled back into a ponytail, while one just hung from the side of his face.
"Thank you so much." I spoke, practically out of breath from what happened. I'm exaggerating like crazy, but that was genuinely a close call. My ass would've been grass.
"Don't mention it, brosay. Just be careful next― Hey, give me my phone, man!" The man yelled and laughed before chasing after another guy. He looked like he was recording something on his phone, as he was also laughing.
I looked up at the large bolded letters that read GOLF before entering the building.
The aesthetic of the place was beyond beautiful; Hell, beautiful was an understatement, honestly. It was very minimalistic, yet it had a very vibrant mood to it. It made me feel all warm inside; a similar feeling that overcomes me when I'm on the roof.
I was snapped out of my trance as the guy with the braids flew past me, still trying to garner the phone from his friend, I'm assuming.
"Yo, stop fucking playing bro!" He yelled out, just before tripping over a yellow chain. His yellow bandana fell from his back pocket along with him.
"Stupid bitch! Fucking dumbass!" The guy with the bucket hat yelled out. I was confused, where's the manager?
Everyone else was in laugher while I stood near the door, silent.
I walked towards them, and picked up his bandana before tapping him on he shoulder. He looked back at me with a smile that made me melt like ice cream in a sauna.
"I think you dropped something." I spoke in a sarcastic manner as he chuckled, catching my drift before taking it from my hands, placing it back into his pocket.
"Well thank you for returning it. If only that nigga could do the same with my phone." He murmured the last part under his breath, yet I heard it clearly. I just glanced at him, admiring his nice features and melanin skin.
"Oh, I'm Rakim, but people call me Rocky." He told me, before adjusting his hoodie on his head. "I'm Syre. Just Syre." I said, laughing nervously. I was intimidated by his presence. For some reason, he just gave off big dick energy, and honestly, I'm not complaining one bit.
"Hey, here's your phone." His friend said, walking towards him. His eyes glanced upon me, as a smile appeared onto his face, revealing his gap tooth and the small grills that were on his teeth.
I couldn't help but glance downwards to hide the subtle blush he gave me. I don't know why, but I found myself being attracted to him.
"Who's your friend, Rocky?" He asked him. I'm just as curious to know his name, little does he know.
"Tyler, this is Syre. Syre, this is Tyler, my best friend." Rakim spoke as my head nodded. My assumptions were correct indeed.
"Nice to meet you Syre." Tyler said, which made my chest feel a bit tight. His voice was very raspy and deep, yet my name flowed out of his mouth smoothly, like water flowing out of a fountain.
I froze, for some reason, as words became stuck in my throat.
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