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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/HEwSfbE9IXc][color=#AD242C]Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go[/color][/url][/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][color=silver]Being the only child of an urban fashion designer often had its perks, Carter's favorite being that whenever his parents went on their monthly business trips to other parts of the world, he was almost always asked whether or not he'd like to tag along. More often than not, Carter would politely decline these invitations, offering up excuses such as how he didn't want to miss too many days of school and fall behind on his work. In actuality, the young man just wanted to have the house all to himself. See, Carter's parents trusted their son enough to leave him home alone for days, and sometimes weeks, at a time; they understood that he was a legal adult, after all, and rarely got into any sort of trouble with them. What Carter's parents didn't know, however, was what went down in their house once Carter got confirmation that they had finally boarded their plane. They didn't know that he would immediately pull out his stash and call over a few of his friends so they could hotbox the garage without having to worry about being checked up on every couple of hours. They didn't know that he'd throw these large "kickbacks" and then hire a cleaning service to tidy things up before they came back home.

But this time, things were different. This time, Carter Newton actually decided that he would accompany his parents on their most recent trip to New York City. After sitting through yet another pointless King's Academy senior assembly, Carter had come to the conclusion that he'd much rather spend his time sitting in the corner of multiple conference rooms pretending to pay attention than at some silly homecoming dance with a person he barely even knew. So that's how it all went; while most of the King's Academy students were using their Friday nights to prepare for the dance, Carter was stuck listening to his father go on and on about the future of men's fashion and exactly which company he should partner with in the near future. 

He didn't touch back down in Florida until a few hours after the homecoming dance had ended, and by that time, he was way too tired to function properly. Rather than go on his typical late night rounds to make a few extra bucks, Carter headed straight for his bed. He didn't wake up until a little after eight o'clock the following morning. The first thing Carter did when he woke up on that bright Sunday morning, like most teenagers in the world, was roll over in bed and check his cell phone. He wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that he'd gotten a few text messages and missed calls from the usual customers, all of them asking to meet up and make a quick exchange. He took about a half an hour to get himself showered and dressed before grabbing the keys to his car and heading on his way.

Carter's first stop was to a smaller home about five minutes away that belonged to the family of one of his closest friends. Although this friend had been one of the last to shoot him a text, he figured that since he was so close by, he'd stop there first. Carter left his car running as he made his way around the back of his friend's house. As expected, he found Lamar Smith doing what he always did when he wasn't somewhere getting high: shooting hoops. The six foot tall boy stood on his backyard basketball court, the front of his tank top drenched with sweat and his shoulder length locs swinging in the breeze, practically screaming for a re-twist. He tucked the ball under his left arm as he watched Carter approach him. [color=gray][b]"I heard you pull in,"[/b][/color] Lamar said as he dapped him up, [color=gray][b]"sure took you long enough, man."[/b][/color] 

[color=#CCC6EA][b]"You know I had shit to do this weekend, bro,"[/b][/color] Carter said with a light laugh, [color=#CCC6EA][b]"My pop had me in those conferences for hours. I'm tired as fuck, so maybe you should just thank me for even showing up... [i]ungrateful ass[/i]."[/b][/color] As Carter teased his friend, he started to dig into his jacket pocket, only stopping when his hand found the small, zip-lock baggie. At the same time, Lamar had run over to a nearby porch chair; he fumbled around in his backpack before producing a thin wad of cash. The exchange was over in less than a second; as soon as Carter got hold of his money, he stuffed it where the bag had originally been and nodded his head in the direction of the basketball hoop. [color=#CCC6EA][b]"So when are you gonna try out for the basketball team, huh? King's needs someone like you on the team. You're good enough."[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]"When are you gonna stop dealing drugs and finish filling out your college applications, huh?"[/b][/color] Lamar said mockingly as he started to dribble his ball, [color=gray][b]"Morehouse needs someone like you, you're good enough."[/b][/color] This earned him a scoff from Carter, who simply rolled his eyes as he began making his way back to the driveway. He'd just reached his car when he realized that his friend had followed behind him. [color=gray][b]"Nah, but for real though. You can't keep this shit up forever, man. I mean, I like being able to restock my stash at a discounted price, but you're better than this. I'm not tryna sound like your mom or nothing, but think about your future."[/b][/color]

Ignoring his friend, Carter climbed back in to the drivers seat of his Lexus. It was then that he saw that he'd received yet another text message, but this time from someone he'd seen not too long ago; apparently, Shawna Josi was already in dire need of a refill. The boy replied in a matter of minutes, typing out a few words before tossing his phone into the passenger seat and rolling down his window. [color=#CCC6EA][b]"Well, you know what they say,"[/b][/color] he called to Lamar as he began to back out of the driveway, [color=#CCC6EA][b]"Live for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction... live in the present, don't worry about the future... [i]Carpe diem[/i]?"[/b][/color] 

And then he was off.

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