Chapter 5: Love Has Consequences
"Hey... Ugh... Dad. I kinda... did something wrong and I need your help." It was Jimmy. Before Michael could reply, Franklin snatched the phone out of Michael's hand. "Yo J-Jizzle! Wat da fuk is wrong with yo racist white ass." Franklin Fuklie'd. "Hey F- my dawg!" Jimmy began in his attempt to sound gangsta. "I popped sum shit up an' I..." Jimmy stopped trying to black up his voice. "Look. I need help. Come to my Dad's house. Please. It's important." Jimmy finished. Franklin hung up the phone. "FUK. I JUS JIZZ IN MY PANTS WEN I THINK ABUT TAT KID." and with that Franklin pulled out some 5GUM and chewed it. He turned his head to the camera. "DAMN THATS WHAT I CALL GUD IN DA HOOD!" And then he stopped being a Facebook whore and looked at Michael. But Michael was not where he was supposed to be- he was busy with Trevor taking turns licking each other's arms. "That's some good shit T." Michael smiled taking another lick at Trevor's tattoo. "Yo! Pay da fuck attention and get y'all niggas listenin'! Your boy- Jizzle-" Franklin couldn't contain his not-so-secret lust for the boy and let out another cream sandwich. Trevor slid under Frankin's legs and scooped it into his mouth. "VANILLA! It's my mom's favorite flavor!" Trevor licked his lips finishing. "Anyway," Franklin started up, "He needs a favor. Says we need to help him with a problem. What do you guys think? We will have to postpone the Heist if you say yes." What will Michael choose?!