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“Oh wow, see, I was going to call him light skin Drake. I like the DeBarge crack though,” I said slapping hands with King. He was quickly becoming my best friend and I wasn’t mad at all. Shit, they all were like my best friends.
“Damn, light skin Drake? Isn’t he already light skin?” King asked.
“You’re right. It’s like using a double negative. What about Beige Drake?” I asked, rubbing my chin.
“Fucking brilliant,” King said giving my insult a chef’s kiss. Pretty Boy glanced up from his phone and flipped both of us off while we laughed.
“Fuck y'all. Just because you’re not fucking anymore you have to gang up on me and shit. That’s cool. I have pussy lined up. I’m not staying faithful to an idea.” He glanced between me and King and our laughter died down. “Punk asses won’t even be together,” Pretty Boy muttered almost under his breath.
Truck came over, breaking up the sting of Pretty Boy’s jab. “What’s up, Heady Murphy?” King said, slapping his brother on the back.
“Damn, I didn’t even do anything and I’m getting roasted?” Truck asked holding his hands up.
“Do you ever need to do anything to get roasted?” I asked, rubbing his head.
“Usually. You two just came out swinging,” he remarked.
“My bad, Truck. Your head shouldn’t be so big.” King laughed a little, nudging Truck.
“You know we’re just fucking with you, Truck,” I cooed.
“I know, you and fake-ass Nino Brown over here,” Truck joked.
“Oh damn, you really want this roast?” King said looking at Truck with so much joy shining in his eyes. He was like a big kid. I’d never seen this part of King before. Him, Truck, and Pretty Boy turned into little boys cracking on each other on the playground before my eyes.
“Bring it, motherfucker,” Truck urged.
“Nigga your head so big when I tell you a secret, I gotta Uber to the other side and tell you again.” I laughed at King’s joke and stood back watching them crack on each other.
“Let’s not forget King Jupiter,” Pretty Boy said, looping me back in. “She got so many fucking tattoos she looks like a damn desk in detention.”
“Oh wow,” I laughed, tossing my head back. “I don’t even have to hit you for that one, Beige Drake, watch this,” I looked to Truck and said, “Handle my light work, Truck.” Those two started play-fighting immediately and I stood beside King, watching.
“Sometimes, having you with us makes me forget how badly Sumo betrayed everyone,” King said quietly, pulling me against him and draping his arm around my shoulders. The scent of him was enough to make me crazy. A million butterflies invaded my stomach at the sound of his deep voice.
“I’m sorry he left,” I said.
“I’m not. If that’s how he felt, there would have always been a wedge there. It hurts but you make it feel better.”
Discreetly, I found his hand and I knew I shouldn’t have but I linked our fingers together while we watched Truck and Pretty Boy fight.
“He’s not done wreaking havoc. You know that, right?” I asked.
“I know. I hate waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Let me make you feel better…
The words burned the tip of my tongue but I refused. King and I couldn’t go there again. I knew it would be easy to fall and I didn’t want to. I’d never fallen for anyone before and I was terrified of what was at the bottom of falling.
Everyone always talked about the fall but never about what happened when you landed. That’s what terrified me the most. What the fuck did that look like? Marriage? Kids? Life together…forever?
If forever was at the end of falling, I wanted to avoid that shit at all costs.
“Let’s go back home. Let some steam off. You can call whatever bitch over you want,” I said, only thinking of him releasing stress.
“Nah. If I can’t have what I want…” He raked a hot, steamy look all over me. I felt naked in the street. “I’ll just starve.”
“What do you want?” I asked, knowingly.
