Sometimes it pays to be kind

chapter 1.2

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.

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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-..!