promises are meant to be broken | trikey (completed)

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'my shift ends in a couple of minutes, and i have nowhere to stay. can you take me with you?'

'sure..'

'sorry i know it's weird and we just met but.. i really hope your crew will like me and take me in.'

'one of our members is about to leave.. i think..  i don't know.'

he looks puzzled. i can tell this dude is not very smart...

'oh! it's 7.. my shift is over.'

'okay.'

we walk outside and start heading back to lester's.

'we have to walk?'

'one thing you don't do when you run with us is complain. we have other shit to worry about then if your feet hurt or if you're sick. we get shit done. ight?'

'yeah.. sorry.'

'and yes. it's right up the road. you'll be okay.'

*

we approach lester's house, i walk in, michael's asleep on the couch.

'hey! wake up.'

he opens his eyes, jumps up and grabs me, brings me behind him.

'who's this??'

'chill out.. this is brad.'

i blush at him being protective over me.

'okay... who the fuck is brad?'

'i met him at the gas station. he's looking for work.'

'really? okay..'

brad stands there, awkwardly.
i move my hair out of my face, pushing michael to the side.

'mikey.. calm down. it's okay.
where's lester?'

'upstairs.'

i walk up the stairs, opening lester's door. he's on his computer, doing research.

'hey, lester.'

'what do you want?'

'i met this guy.'

'that's cute.'

'shut up. as i was saying, he's a kid looking for work. he's my age, he could be good.'

'what's up with you, trevor? you never trust people? are you doing this to make mike jealous?'

'what?? no..'

he laughs,

'we could always use some extra hands. but we need everyone on board. let's all go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning, k?'

i nod, walking back downstairs. michael's staring at brad hard.

'lester said let's go to bed and talk about it in the morning. brad you can have the couch. we'll be upstairs.'

he nods, laying on the couch.

me and michael head upstairs. we shut the door behind us, i pull out my crack pipe and he throws some on the bed. we sit down, i take the first hit, passing it to him.

he hits it, coughing.

'baby lungs, huh?'

'shut up.'

'aw, don't be mad at me mikey..'

'whatever.'

he hits it again, and again, and again..

'jesus.. you okay?'

'yeah. here.'

i take it, hitting it one last time before putting it down.