The Farm

“Hey, bro,” yelled Stefon.
“Sup, bro,” called back Derrick.
“Need help with anything?”
“Naw! What you up to?”
“Playing Xbox.”
“You wanna get yo’ ass kicked in Madden real quick.”
“Fuck you, my nigga! I’ma set it up. It’s some beer in fridge on the back porch.”
“Bet!”

Derrick chose the Boston Patriots and Stefon selected the New York Giants. The sibling rivalry that had always existed growing up and never truly dissipated was quickly evident once again. These days, it was all in good jest. Stefon won the game 34 to 28. Without hesitation, Derrick demanded a rematch. So Stefon obliged. Derrick won the rematch 26 to 21. After the video game, they put on ‘Coming to America’ and lit up a blunt.

While the younger Jenkinses laughed wildly at the jokes and drank Bud Light, Marcus pulled into the driveway. Derrick heard the sound first and walked outside. Stefon followed.

Derrick belted, “bro!”
“bro,” shouted back Marcus. “Wassup?”
“Can’t call it. Want a beer?”
“You already know!”

Marcus carried his bag and a cooler with the meats up to the house.

“Let me get that, bro,” said Stefon.
“Thanks, bro,” the oldest replied. “How you been?”
“I’m good, man! You talk to Momma?”
“Yeah! I just got off the phone with her. She’s going to the beach this weekend with Gerald.”
“Bet. I’ma put this out by the grill.”
“Yeah. I’ll be out there in a minute.”

A bit later, the brothers were in the backyard sitting on lawn chairs shooting the shit. Marcus tended the grill occasionally. In order for them not to starve all night, Marcus had thrown on some T-Bone steaks and Stefon put some frozen onion rings in the oven.

They were eating and drinking good when Derrick asked, “What time y’all wanna start in the mornin’?”
“Up to y’all,” replied Stefon.
“Did you get some stuff for breakfast,” inquired Marcus.
“Yeah! I got some eggs, bacon, grits, and bread,” answered the youngest.
“Aiight, bet. Let’s start cookin’ breakfast at 7:00, then we can get to work when we finish eatin’,” the eldest strongly suggested.
“Shit! That’ll work,” Derrick agreed. “Is them white sissies comin’ though tomorrow night?”
Stefon nodded, “Yeah! They been messaging me all week. They say they gon’ bring some gas.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” Derrick approved.
“Ooh wee,” hollered Marcus. “I’m tear that li’l blond faggit up!”