Jahseh moaned as Stokeley thrusts into him, feeling the grooves on his back, slowly slithering them down to his waist. Thrusting harder and harder into him, he felt himself about to climax until Jahseh turned around and looked at him,

"What are you doing, Stokeley? You know being gay is wrong."

Stokeley backed away as Jahseh got up and turned to him, coming closer, his hair not black and blonde but blue.

"You're going to hell, Stokeley."

He says, his voice demonic and low. His voice having having other voices saying what he aid in unison.

Stokeley backed away and started to run but he couldn't escape whoever was speaking to him.

"You can't run away, Stokeley, you're whole life is a sin."

A familiar voice comes in front of him, stopping him, his mother.

"Why couldn't you just marry the girl?"

The voice echoing in his ears, he turns to run the other way but is surrounded,

"Watch the choices you make, love. It could be your last." He sees Jahseh say.

"See you in hell."

I jump up on my bed, feeling the cold sweat trickling down my forehead, heavily breathing.

I sigh deeply and check the time,

It's time to get up. I start my new job today at a nearby bar, even though I completely nothing about bartending, they hired me anyway. I guess they were desperate for employees and hired the big black guy who wears durags and has face tattoos. I sit up on my bed and yawn and stretch my back out. I drag over to to the bathroom to take a shower and do whatever I need to do before I leave for the first day.

I do all that and I'm out the door by 10. I should be on time hopefully, Florida traffic is shit.

I can't seem to get that dream off my mind. It was so vivid and I can recall it like the back of my hand. Why was Jahseh in it? I'm so caught up in my thoughts I ran a red light, fortunately, I didn't die. I heard horns beeping at my as I continued driving and shook my head, "Sorry!" I yelled, like anyone was going to hear me. Fuck, now I'm fined for running a red light. Stupid. I gotta pay over a hundred dollars.

I arrived at the bar and it wasn't even late, it was morning time and I saw drunk dads and most likely teens with fake ID's roaming around. I was told I can wear anything I want before they give our outfits to us.

I walk into there and I'm greeted by a tall black guy, green and blue dreads, really nice pearly white teeth, nice clear skin but a BIG ASS forehead.

"You must be Stokeley, right? I'm Dimitri, I'm the owner of this place. You can call me Mitri doe." He says with a slight New York accent, which made me think that he ain't from Florida. Probably moved here from wherever he lived.

"Yeah that's me." I say shaking his hand. He gestures me to follow him in the back, as I look around at the messy and rowdy bar. Dudes knocked out on the floor, arguments, and shit you'd normally see around Florida. This state never fails to surprise me.

"Ight, man. I know you ain't got no damn experience as a bartender, neither do I." He admits, taking me into a little lounge where he sits on the couch and signals me to come sit. I notice and sit next him.

I would think if he wanted to open a bar he would know how to bartend right? Isn't that how it usually works? Shit is weird around here but I know I'm going to need the money to pay bills and to pay for my ticket.

"It's just I don't want no bitch working round my area, it's not gonna let me concentrate."

"What happened to her?" I asked shyly.

"I fired him." He says nonchalantly while lighting a blunt. "Him?" I say. He chuckles and huffs out the smoke.

"Yuh. I'm gay. Took me a while to realize that I am. Took multiple hoes, and a lot of being naivety to actually accept who I am. Now instead of hiding who I am, I'm just gonna choose to embrace that shit, and whoever don't like it, can suck my dick."

Mitri explains to me, taking a pull at his blunt then burning it out in an ash tray nearby.

"Sorry for rambling, I talk too much. Anyway, tell me about you." He says turning to me.

The whole time we just talked about our lives and shit that's going on right now in it. Turns out we have a few things in common, and I think I'm gonna like working here for Mitri. I mean as long as I'm getting paid, I'm not trippin, but honestly, I would work here for free. The people that come in here might be fucked, but Mitri is a chill dude.

He introduced me to my coworkers. Jordan, we who had black dreads and a birthmark on his left cheek, Dexter, he had red shirt dreads. He was a tall guy, a character, but constantly referred to himself in 2nd person, Royce was a very charismatic guy. He calls himself 'Ugly God' which looking at him, his name lives up to par.

Overall, they're all cool guys and I'm excited to be working with them, for however long I'm going to be working here.

He thrusts into me a few more times before pulling out and busting on my back. Heavy breaths fill the room as it grows silent. We fall down on the bed at the same time, I turn over and we both stare at the ceiling.

This is like the 5th guy I've fucked this week. I'm hoeness is been popping lately. I can get used to this. I got up and started putting on my clothes and fixing my dreads. He continued to lay in bed.

"Jacquees was it?" I asked, turning to him. He smiled, "Yup...Josiah?" He said. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"No one can remember Jahseh."

"My bad. I was too caught up on how fat that ass is to remember...you remembered mine though." He says licking his lips. I looked down and blushed.

"I'm a good listener. A trait you should pick up on, Quavo."

I snapped back as I walked over to the door, him smiling at me. I waved at him as I left, softly closing the door behind me. I pulled out my phone and began to text Miles,

👹❤️

👹❤️

😚😚

I replied and closed my phone and started heading home. I'm still considering getting my hair blue though. It's a change because the blonde part of my hair is fading and it looks like dirty snow. I stopped at a salon and entered. It wasn't busy, there was like 3 people in there.

I sat down and waited for little bit as I felt my pone vibrate. I pulled it out and it was a text from Jared. I opened it and looked at what he sent me.

It was just one of his weird but strangely funny memes he usually sends me.

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💀

I chuckled and close my phone. Just then one of the female employees tells me to come over. I get up and follow her to one of the chairs.

"What you here for today?" She asks.

"I want my hair dyed."

She nods and gets gloves on, "What color you thinking?" She asks getting stuff arranged, answering not looking at me.

"Uh..B-blue, please." I say. Not really sure if I should get rid of my blonde and black color. I liked it, and I've had the color since I was a sophomore. But I guess it's time to let things go.

"Blue...blue..." She mutters to herself, looking for something on her desk, which I assume she's looking for the dye.

"Ah, here it is. You're lucky, there's only enough here for one more use." She says smiling at me, I smile back as she positions me to get started.

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Maybe the reason you have problems with that little bitch, is because you never listened to me when I told you to leave him when you had the chance. Now look at you..

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Stoke, I feel like I'm carrying several burdens I need to get off my chest..

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I've missed you, X. Welcome home.

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