Moonlight Page #2

Thought you was on vacation

or some sh*t.

Come on, man.

No vacation out here.

I know the work, you know that.

Going to Switzerland

or some sh*t.

Switzerland, man.

Maybe Brazil, you know,

with two bad b*tches.

How Peanut working out?

Peanut good, man.

I got him at in check.

He's staying in his place,

you know.

They basin'?

Hell no, you know I ain't

gonna let that go down.

Yo, nigga, you lettin' people

light up at the spot, now?

- Hell no.

- The f...

Come on, you know I ain't

gonna let that happen, man.

The f***, man.

Yo nigga, what's up?

Hey, hey, it's all good, man.

- The f*** you doing?

- It's all good, Juan.

F***.

- It's all good...

- Get out the f***ing car!

- Calm down, man.

- Shut the f*** up.

What's wrong with you?

Who the hell you think you is?

Huh?

B*tch, get the f*** out of here.

What, so you gon'

raise my son now?

Huh?

You gon' raise my son?

Yeah... that's what I thought.

- You gon' raise him?

You gon' keep sellin' me rocks?

Huh?

Motherf***er.

Don't give me that "You gotta get it

from somewhere" sh*t, nigga.

I'm gettin' it from you.

But you gon' raise my son

though, right?

Hmm?

You ever see the way he walk,

Juan?

You watch your damn mouth.

You gon' tell him why the other

boys kick his ass all the time?

Huh?

You gon' tell him?

You ain't sh*t.

Come on! Let's go!

The f*** y'all lookin' at?

Teresa.

Your boyfriend's here.

Boy.

You talking to me today?

Huh?

Okay.

That's alright.

I don't wanna talk to you,

anyway.

You know she got

a crush on you, right?

You all right?

You walk all the way here?

All right.

First things first.

You can't sit at my table like that.

You can't sit with your back

to the door, come on.

Ain't gonna know if somebody

creepin' up on you.

All right, see that?

Now you can see everything.

What's over there?

I saw your mama last night.

I hate her.

Hmm.

Yeah, I bet you do.

I hated my mom, too.

I miss her like hell now though.

That's all I'm gon' say

about that.

Thank you.

What's a f*ggot?

A f*ggot is...

a word used

to make gay people feel bad.

- Am I a f*ggot?

- No.

No.

You can be gay, but you gotta

let nobody call you no f*ggot.

I mean, unless...

How do I know?

You just do.

I think.

You'll know when you know.

Hey...

You ain't gotta know right now,

all right?

Not yet.

Do you sell drugs?

Yeah.

And my mama...

she do drugs, right?

Yeah.

Okay, deoxyribonucleic acid.

Long word, right?

All right, it's basically genes.

I know y'all don't know what that means

but just hang with me for a second.

So it's basically this long...

Chiron, you need something?

Hey yo, that nigga forgot

to change his tampon.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce.

He just having

woman problems today.

Ain't that right, Little?

- All right, Terrel, that's enough.

Nah, can't be enough for Little..

How much you need, Little?

- Don't call me that!

- All right Terrel, that's it.

Hey, what you gonna do, Chiron?

I'll f*** you up.

Hey yo, Terrel, out!

Come on, man.

What's wrong with you?

Where were we?

DNA is basically

this long model...

Im'ma be waitin'

for your ass, Little.

Come on, Chiron.

Chiron, what's up, man?

Damn, nigga.

You straight spaced, dawg.

Yo, school been out.

You ain't going home?

Uh... What you doin' here?

Detention, man.

Aimes caught me with this trick

in the stairway.

- Damn.

- Yeah.

With who?

Damn, you nosey, nigga.

- My bad...

- No, I'm playing, yo.

Look, I wanted

some quick head you know,

but this chick all like

"Hit that sh*t, Kevin.

Hit it with that big dick."

Why she got to

compliment a nigga for?

So I'm like "A'ight. Sh*t.

We can do this", you know?

So I started

banging her back out, dawg.

I'm talking

I'm banging her back out.

She went and made

all this f***ing noise though.

So Aimes come in, acted all five-O and

sh*t, almost had my ass suspended, dawg.

I talked it out, though.

I told him we was like

childhood sweethearts and all of that,

so I just got detention,

it's cool.

- Cool.

- That stay between us, a'ight?

Yeah.

I know you can

keep a secret, dawg.

Real talk though, I gotta go, a'ight,

before this fool change his mind.

All right, Kev.

See you, Black.

- Hey, mama.

- Uh-uh. You cannot be here tonight.

I got company coming.

Find somewhere for you to be.

Find somewhere for you to be.

All right...

water for me...

and a little gin for you.

Boy please.

I know Juan used to

give you that gin.

But we ain't doing that

up in here, Shorty.

You don't think

my joke was funny?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm good.

No.

I've seen good and you ain't it.

Stop putting your head down

in my house.

You know my rule.

It's all love

and all pride in this house.

You feel me?

I can't hear you.

Do you feel me?

Yeah.

- Okay.

- I feel you.

All right.

Thank you for this.

Boy, please, you know you can stay

here any time you need to, okay?

Any time.

Yeah.

Thank you, Teresa.

I mean it.

Now, if you gon' stay here, though, you

gonna have to learn how to make a bed

better than this, boy.

- What?

- What you mean, "what"?

Give me that.

That ain't how you make up no bed.

You think you slick, too.

You know, do it all wrong so Teresa

can come over here and do it right.

Mm-hmm.

I know what you doing.

Oof, you and Juan.

Y'all two, thick as thieves.

Give me that.

All right.

Do you need anything else

from me, sweetheart?

Uh, no, I'm good.

Okay.

All right, I'm gonna

wake you up in the morning.

You good, Black?

Chiron!

- Hey! Hey, baby!

- Hey, Mama.

Where'd you go last night?

What?

Why?

I'm yo' mama, ain't I?

Why you ain't just

come home later, boy?

You had me worried about you.

I guess you getting grown.

I can't be keeping up with you

all the time.

Anyway baby, how Teresa doing?

I ain't seen her

since the funeral.

Listen, Mama locked herself

out the door, yeah?

Can you come let her in?

Come on, baby.

Let me in, baby.

Baby, come on.

I thought you said...

Mama, I thought you...

Wait, Mama... Mama!

I need some money.

For what?

That's my business.

Don't you ask me

no sh*t like that.

- I don't have no money...

- No, no. Don't lie to me, boy.

I'm your mama.

That b*tch over there

ain't no kin of you.

I'm your blood, remember?

Now I ain't feeling good.

I need something to help me out.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Where I'm supposed

to get money from?

What?

Teresa ain't give you nothing,

huh?

Your li'l play-play mama ain't

put something in your hand?

Give me that damn money, Chiron.

Give me the damn money!

Give me the damn money!

I don't have no money!

- Mama, come on...

- Give me the damn money!

- Mama, come on...

- Give me the damn money!

All right! All right!

Give me the damn money.

Here, man.

Yes.

That is what I thought.

I know that b*tch like a hooker

know her trick.

You my child, okay?

And tell that b*tch

she better not forget it.

Go on to school.

Ain't you late?

So you can see how a lack

of white blood cells

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