“Yes, because we’re both men and I don’t see the problem. All I’m askin’ is that you wear clothes whenever you walk around. “Look, I try not to be mean to you and I don’t ever come at you on no disrespectful shit the way you do me. “Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes and said, “I’m just joking with you, Montez. He licked his lips and said, “Damn, I wish you would.” “But I ain’t walkin’ around in my draws and shit.” He pulled out his carton of vanilla almond milk and shut the refrigerator door before saying, “You walk around shirtless all the time. I know you did that when it was just you and my sister livin’ here, but I stay here, too.” “Like what?” he asked as he opened the refrigerator door. “Yo, why you always walk around like that?” I asked him the moment he entered the kitchen shirtless wearing nothing but a pair of polka dotted tights. I tried not to make a fuss about it but one night, I got fed up. I understood that it was him and my sister’s apartment but I paid some bills, too, and I shouldn’t have had to see him like that almost every night.
But I did get a little annoyed by how Javion looked at me sometimes and how he walked around in his underwear or other skimpy stuff at night. I didn’t have many problems living there with them, especially since they had a comfy ass pullout sofa bed.
When I got in a fight with one of my homeboys and my other two homeboys sided with him over me, I moved out of our apartment and in with my sister Monique and her roommate Javion.