just another weekend

 

Where am I? What am I doing? Oh, did Devon have to stop and think now? He'd just drank a bottle of vodka with maybe a little can of pineapple juice. Honestly, he just didn't know if he had what it would take to be a hoodlum after all.

When he looked into Tobey's dark eyes, he could see he was a different breed, perhaps. But then again... A smile surfaced as he slumped back on the couch in his parent's home..wasn't that what Devon liked about him?

The guns were on the coffee table. Tobey was checking them twice. Tobey talked about the FBI informant. He was taken care of at the bar that night which felt like a life-time ago.

Devon went wide-eyed but struggled to lift his head from the back of the couch. He could only try to sigh. Yes, it was best to let Tobey take care of everything. IT WAS GOING DOWN. Tobey's very words.

Yet, Devon was sleepy now. Had he started all this? Was it really his doing?

Devon remembered seeing Tobey for the first time in the commons of the University, well over six months ago. Yeah, he was a loner with a strange haircut. It was hard for Devon to distinguish even now, if Tobes was headed for the beach or just downtown for a handshake drug. Not that Tobes had ever given him any substance. After all, Tobes didn't take drugs.

He'd come on a freight boat to this country when he was hardly twelve. Somehow, he'd remained in the shadows a good long while. 

"I couldn't I remember much from the village where I was from," he'd said, but there had been drugs there too. He'd seen what it did to his father and his mother too. When they took him, he knew he'd surely die if he'd been left there.

"Or maybe I would have become a priest of a preacher," his smile was classic as he put it all in perspective. But he was good with guns, instead.

He knew a lot languages too. Devon never knew what tongue he was speaking in, half the time. All Devon knew was that Tobes was an International Man.

"But..but how did you get your name?" Devon asked now.

Tobey looked back at him as he held the pistol in one hand and clicked the bullets into place. His lopsided grin said it all with a chuckle. "I named myself, bro." And that's when Tobey kissed him.