Well I'm not sure how to follow up Sam's post but here is
I realize how much of a pretentious fag I am. I'm truly aware I sound like an attention seeking faggot when I say "I'm not happy". I have all of this stuff to enjoy and I never enjoy any of it. Whenever I think about that I get even more "not happy". When I was younger I used to want to be a super hero. It's kind of a funny idea now because I'm not super I'm definitely not a hero. If I was a super hero I wonder what my super hero name would be. "Eric The Pretentious Not Happy Faggot Smith", that's actually kind of tight.
"Nigga why are you always writing in your notebook?" Vic says.
I know the answer to that question, I'm not interested in sitting in Francis's basement smoking weed and watching Fantasy Factory for 4 hours straight.
"I don't know, y'all niggas just boring" I say in a chuckle.
Vic is kind of interesting. He doesn't have any interest of his own. He smokes but only when the homies are smoking. He hoops but only when the homies are hooping. He skates but only when the homies are skating. I guess he's the opposite of interesting.
Vic starts to make a joke about how my mother doesn't find him boring until Marcus runs downstairs looking pissed. We usually don't see Marcus very often outside of school because he spends most of his free time with his XBL buddies.
"GUYS GUYS I GOT ROBBED, YOU GUYS GOTTA HELP ME!"
"Calm down Marcus, who robbed you?" Tyler says trying to calm Marcus down
"These people, I don't know them"
"What did they take?" Dave says in a voice that would imply that he finds it funny.
"My Iphone and my wallet. I had 40 dollars I was gonna buy this really good headset today. I'm so pissed"
"Did they have a gun? If they had a gun we're not helping you" Francis cuts in.
"No they didn't, I think one of the girls may have had a knife but I'm not sure"
"Hold up nigga, you got robbed by some girls?" I say trying not to die of laughter
"Yeah, so?" He says even more irritated now,
We all laugh in unison.
"Yo this nigga was about to get faded by some girls" Dave says
"If I would have known he was this soft I could have robbed this nigga a long time ago" says Vic
"I'll send my sister to get his xbox" I say.
"Yo guys chill, lets help him. Where were these GIRLS who robbed you at?" says Dave even though he was just making fun of him.
"I was on 47th by the price chopper. They were sitting on the porch they always sit on so I'm guessing it was their house" Marcus says, he stills seems pissed at us for the roast session earlier.
"Lets get this niggas Iphone back" I say getting up and grabbing my Nike track jacket.
We walk to the house and you won't believe this. I was thinking it was some dyke hoes that robbed him. No it was these cute short white girls. I mean uggs and everything.
We walk up to the girls who are taking selfies on his Iphone 4S and drinking out of starbucks cups. I assume that was purchased with some of the $40 Marcus had mentioned earlier.
"Hey guys" I say putting on my deep sexy voice "My friend here says you stole his Iphone, I was just wondering if you could give it back. He's a good guy he doesn't deserve to be stolen from."
She looks up at me and smiles. This girl is kind of sexy. Her other friend not so much. I'll pass her to Tyler and Vic. "We were gonna sell it anyways. He can have it back" she says handing me the phone. She touches my pinky in the process. Everyone knows if a girl touches your pinky she wants the D. "Thanks" I say and flash her a smile .
"Whats going on?" a boy too young to be their dad but too old to be one of their boyfriends.
"THIS BITCH STOLE MY IPHONE" Marcus says pointing at the one I'm trying to talk to.
Marcus has to mess everything up doesn't he?
"Nigga calm down, you wasn't that tough when we weren't here" taunts Francis.
The boy takes all of the information in. "Why are you guys so mean? Wait until I tell mom"
Ah he's their brother
"Its fine" I say trying to make things better.
"No it's not, I'll make things better. Do you guys do drugs"
"What type of drugs?" Tyler says, he's intrigued.
"Come and see" the boy says .
We all enter the house. How did we go from getting our friends Iphone back from some girls to getting high with their brother in a matter of minutes. I guess that's just a normal day for us.
We enter what appears to be the boys room. The room is dark but it seems like a normal teenagers room. He seems a bit older than us. Maybe 15 or 16. We have a seat in his room, there are tons of CoD and Bikini Models posters on his wall. It reminds me of Jimmy from GTA V's room.
"I'm Webb by the way" he says
We all introduce ourselves.
"Have any of you guys ever huffed spray paint?" he says pulling out a can.
"Nah" Francis says
"The fuck is your problem Webb?" Vic says
"Yeah, thats some white people shit right there." Dave says
"My mom says all drugs are equally bad" Marcus mumbles looking down at his feet.
"I had your mom rolling of a pill last night tho" I say
Tyler says nothing.
"So none of you guys wanna try"
"I do" Tyler says with a very serious face,
"DUDE" we all say in a nagging tone
He ignores us and walks towards Webb.
Webb shows him how to huff and he does a few times.
"Woah there, thats enough for a beginner" Webb says almost impressed
Tyler backs up with a dumb smile on face.
"Well we should get going" I say "It was nice meeting your family we should do this again sometime" I say walking out the door.
"What...was that?" "Why would you do that Tyler?"
"I'm down for anything man" He says in a rather calm voice, the stupid smile still hasn't left his face.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel fun man, I feel fun."
"Whatever, lets talk about how Marcus got robbed by Icarly" Vic says
We all jump on Marcus.
"You guys are dicks." he says
We walk back to Francis's house laughing. We all spend 2 more hours then until Marcus leaves.
"I have homework guys"
"Ight peace Marcus" Dave says
"Watch out for those girls man, we not helping you again" I say
I dap him. He leaves.
Tyler leaves left next as soon as the dumb smile left his face. Next Vic. Then Dave.
I fall asleep on the floor of his basement. I told my mom I was spending the night anyways. I walk home. It's funny how all of these stories end up with me walking home alone.