It was only a matter of time before Demetrius got pinched. Everyone saw it coming, even him. It was either the cops or death. Whichever came first.

It was a shock, however, that he only got thrown a little amount of time. A few years for getting caught with an unregistered gun in his backseat after getting pulled over. It wasn’t used. Yet. But he still got pinched for it regardless.

And now was a summer day where his old crew decided to throw him a ‘Welcome Home’ party the night of his release. You hadn’t heard from him the entire time he was locked up. Never went to visit, never sent in any letters, nada. So why the fuck would you be here?

That’s what he’s wondering when he sees you eyeing him from across the yard like you wanna say something. A look of disdain settles on his face and he shakes his head, letting out an exasperated exhale and looking away from you. It don’t matter though.

You’re already throwing caution to the wind and before he knows it, you’re right in front of him. His brown eyes dart down, heavy lidded thanks to the fat blunt he’s been puffing on since he pulled up.

“What up doe?” His voice is low and rough, like talking to you was the very last thing he wanted to do. But he decided to keep the peace and be civil.