Boyfriend

Taking another box of books Nathan jumped out of the van and took them inside. Bo on the other hand was hoping to see Louis's imminent return any time now and waited at the end of the alley.

“There he is Nathan,” he yelled waving his brother over to prove he wasn't lying.

Coming out of the store he joined his brother and began to laugh as they watched Louis coming down the street. He was easy to spot since he was the one with boxes piled past his eyes weaving left and right through the busy sidewalk. Bo watched in terror as Louis took quick and sharp turns, making it look like the boxes could tumble any second. Getting closer they both could hear the apologies and numerous “Excuse me” as he neared. Finally, he crossed the street and met them with boxes intact and teas not missing a drop.

“Get enough?” Nathan asked relieving some of his burden.

Knowingtreats were in those boxes, Bo eagerly followed like a lap dog as Louis became increasingly frustrated. “Shoo, shoo Marmaduke,” he yelled kicking at him.

Chuckling Nathan followed them inside and set his boxes down with the rest.

Slapping at his brother's hands that kept grabbing at the boxes Louis looked at his other brother. “You know how much dis boy eat? We lucky he not sending us for seconds in an hour.”

“All I have to say is it's about Damn time Cajun,” Bo declared finally hurling him to the side where he tripped and fell to the ground, but at least he was away from the boxes.

“Dey didn't have da doughnuts Bo – Bo,” Louis said calmly lying on the ground.

Walking over to his brother he looked down at him like a child finding no presents under the tree at Christmas. “No doughnuts with the sprinkles?”

Holding his finger up (and still lying on the ground) he gave him the alternative...

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...complice ... how many?”

“Twenty,” Bo said with another mouthful.

“Are you fucking mad ... twenty,” Nathan said both terrified and impressed.

Wrapping his arm around his frightened brother Louis squeezed. “Tonight we drink da hooch and palaver until da morning.”

Bo sighed. “Then we go home and get our asses kicked by Mag's.”

Nathan nodded and put the whiskey jug back in the van. “The rest of the books should be here any minute, we'll finish up here and then head over to my place,” he suggested. Getting excited since he wasn't the one that had to go home the next day and face the wrath of their sister.

Hearing the sound of a delivery truck honking out front they all smiled. Even at Nathan's detailed specifications it would take them less than an hour to set up, meaning that soon they would be drinking and laughing long into the night.

His home sickness was subsiding.