Chapter 5 ending

"Hand me that Vonetta Flowers picture" he demanded without sounding demanding or looking up from the paper. While I flipped through the cd booklet He continued drawing at a frantic pace and in my elevated state of mind I found myself entranced in the rhythm, broken when he finally set his pencil down and surveyed his piece. He faced it towards me and it didn't take long to realize he had sketched a copy of Vonetta Flowers. I was impressed by the detail and precision of the drawing. Julian got up and set next to me on the bed so I could get a better view. "Julian man, this is really good. How long you been drawin'?" "Since I was a kid. My father was into architecture, and he taught me how to draw. For my nineth birthday he got me a camera, an old-school polaroid. I've been into photography and art ever since." I grinned, "you ever pick up a basketball?" I asked though I was sure I already knew the answer. "No, not really. I was never big on sports or anything. I watch it sometimes but I haven't played since I was about eleven or twelve. If you want to shoot around for fun that's cool, I feel like doing something active." The weed must've been good because it wasn't until we got up that I noticed my hand was on his leg. He paid it no mind, and went into the bathroom to change into the Nike shorts I got out of my drawer. He didn't bother closing the door and my mind was so twisted I had to catch myself from watching him undress, though I couldn't help but notice the big bubble sticking out of the back of his boxers. "Nigga you might wanna hit the gym" I told him when he walked out of the bathroom. He gave me the most puzzled look I'd ever seen on his face. "Huh?" he asked. "Nothing nigga, let's go." It wasn't until we made it to his car that I realized I still had a two more blunts rolled up on the dresser, Julian must've read my mind. "Look at your high self, about to forget those L's" he teased. I ran upstairs and grabbed them, holding them carefully so they wouldn't break. On my way out I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed two sodas. Julian might not be any good but I needed some excercise so I was planning on working up a sweat. We smoked the first blunt on the ride to the court, and by the time we got there I was pumped and ready to put it down on the court. As soon as we stepped out the car I did a fast dribble up to the net and hooked a reverse slam-dunk. Julian applauded as I walked up. I recovered the ball and passed it to him. "Let's see what you got baby" I taunted, backing up to get ready for the rebound in case he missed it. What happened next caught me way off guard and had my jaw dragging on the pavement. His phone rang and he answered it, so with one hand holding the phone to his ear he used the other one to send a 3-pointer flying into the net without any kind of effort. The ball bounced right passed me, I was too busy wondering how an "amateur" made a shot like that. Julian hung up the phone and held his hands up. I tossed him the ball and he made another four consecutive three-pointers in a row. "Amateur huh?" I said. "I lied" he shot back, and before you know it we were in a serious one-on-one. If his leg was still hurting you couldn't tell by the way he was playing. Thirty minutes later I had the lead fourty-six to fourty-four and it was all I could do to stay ahead, Julian was certainly putting up a fight with some mean defense. I tossed my sweat-soaked shirt onto the bench and took a sip of my soda. That cooling off was all I needed and I returned to light the court on fire. Julian made the next two shots but by the time we were dog tired I had him beat fifty-seven to fifty-one. He grabbed some towels out his trunk and we wiped ourselves off and finished our sodas. I couldn't help but notice Julian was staring at me as I wiped the perspiration off my chest, but I was too tired to give a damn. Long as he didn't try anything funny he could look all he wants, I mean this is me we're talking about. We were so exhausted that the entire ride home you could've heard a pin drop in Julian's car. Basketball always makes me hungry so we stopped and grabbed some McDonald's to take to the crib. When we got back to Auntie A's house I plowed through two double-cheeseburgers, a large fry and some chicken fingers. Full beyond belief I crashed onto the bed, stretched out and started fiddling with the last blunt. "I guess I should be headed home, it's kind of late and I'm worn out" Julian said. I was really enjoying his company though and for some reason I wanted him to stick around a little while longer. "You sure you don't wanna help me burn through this last one?" I waved it in the air in front of him for a few seconds and he just smiled his million-dollar smile. He took a seat at the foot of the bed and I let him spark it up. I didn't know how tired I was until that weed started kicking in, I covered my face with my fitted and asked Julian to turn on the radio. He stretched out across the bed to reach the night-stand and turned it to Hip-Hop 97 FM. At this point we were laying inches away from each other and if i wasn't so beat I would've gotten up and sat at my desk. We passed the blunt back and forth a few times until the roach singed my fingertips. I handed it to Julian to put out on the ashtray and before the last of the smoke had cleared from the air I was knocked out.

be patient guys the good stuff is coming soon. tremaine doesn't immediately identify and feel comfortable with his homosexual desires, it takes him awhile to accept them as "normal". and don't worry, pot doesn't show up in every chapter, the main character quits soon but thats another chapter for another day