KNOX MONTE JONES
☪ثري
BAY AREA, CA
—FREEHEIM'🚨.
"I met someone yesterday bro, lovely date actually." Piccolo rubbed his hands together licking his bottom lip, med sat beside me rolling his eyes at him.
"You bluffin'." His brother med says sticking his head out. "P, what's her name ?"
"Don't worry about it." Piccolo chuckles, revealing out a small rectangular sized black box in front of us, sliding it on my coffee table. "Go ahead and open it, it's a gift. Don't ask no questions."
"I want to be surprised piccolo." I side eyed him first, then over to med. Grabbing a hold up the box, my instincts told me to smell the box that I, one hundred percent regretted. "Smell foul bra."
"It's piccolo, watchu' expect ?" Med replies chuckling, I shook my head returning him the middle finger, twirling the toothpick that laid on my lip with my tongue. "How are you holding up with the grief of your ex ?"
"Mane." I chuckled shaking my head, observing the box for a few seconds irritating piccolo. "I would've killed myself if I had the guts man, on the dead homies, I ain't even fucking witchu'."
"Killing yourself is crazy Knox, even for you." Piccolo adds on patting my back hardly. "Dawg, you sure you're straight nigga ? Got a brother terrified with what you're dealing with in your head."
I smiled at piccolo, admiring the fact that I knew he cared about me, not just as friends and homies; but as a family; a family that I knew we are not blood brothers.
"On god man." Med adds on, I chuckled nodding my head. "A'ight man, I got that shit you wanted from that glory chick."
"Med shut up, nigga ain't even open my shit yet and you already starting new topics, I want y'all to see this !" Piccolo smiles hardly, leaving an evil smirk. "Knox, hurry the fuck up, damn cuddy taking your sweet time huh?"
"Shut up—aw, sick." I opened the box moving back a little disgusted at the dead tongue I glared down at. "That's just straight nasty, not even south-central fools do this, you some else P."
Piccolo scoffed snatching the box away from my hand. "But licking blood is a'ight to you ? Bitch shut up, you literally got no say in this, maybe my brother does, because he chill."
"I'm chill myself as well." I lied proudly smirking, throwing my arms behind my head. "I'm a peaceful killer, some of their bloods be sugary, be tasting like jam type shit."
"A whole psychopath." Med brought his gaze at me, looking at me like he seen a ghost. "Enough about y'all weird shit, like I said before Knox, I got the shit you wanted for glory."
"A'ight, let me hear it."
"Nigga some fed's in this hoe dawg." piccolo adds a comment, causing me to chuckle. "I'm 'bout to find some to eat." Nodding my head at med indicating him to start speaking, letting my tongue play around with the toothpick in my mouth.
"Glory Combs. Twenty attending University of California, Berkley, majoring in business and is apparently working at a strip club on the low, ion know if that shit correct if I'm being real witchu' Knox."
