Most just assumed it was okay, or didn’t give a fuck whether it was okay or not. Xxx “What did you wanna do?” I asked. Fuck. “Tell me what you’re doin here, Chris.”
Taking a long sip from the soda, Chris burped extremely loud and said, “Told you I was gonna come over here and see you later on tonight. And I don’t have to explain nothin else to you.”
“You’re right, pretty boy,” Chris said, “you don’t.” He took a brief pause. “This shit always happen. The smile he usually had on his face was replaced by a horrible grimace. He opened up my refrigerator and pulled out a can of 7 Up. “It’s kinda bright in here. I could tell that he was getting ready to make his move. Well, I was afraid of what would happen if our eyes connected–or any other parts of our
