Bobby Pov))

I was struggling hella man. I don't even know what the fuck is wrong with me. I saw this really cool hair style I wanted to try out dude and I just.... Oh god did I fuck it UP! I saw this one dude in a magazine this chic was reading and he looked cool as fuck. He was rockin a buzz cut like me, he was a ginger like mwah and he dyed his hair to make it look like he had cheetah print hair. You know how dope that shit looked? And then I thought ' man fuck yeah I wanna try that!' So I did dude. I bought supplies from the drug store with confidence and thought I'mma bag me one lovely lady or gentleman with this cut dude.

Fuck no, I ended up crying on the floor because my shit was fucked UPPPP to the Max! Haha no pun intended. But man the one time I need Max here he isn't! Dude I can't go out in public like this! My cut look like turds. This ain't cool. I stared at myself in the mirror trying to adjust to it. Posing and all, flexing and blah blah blah... nope... nah in fact this ruined my confidence even more.

Then I thought.... Who was gonna help me in my time of need man? PJ is at his girls place again, Max is somewhere I don't even know dude, Bradley is being depressed, nah I shouldn't say that, that's mean low key. I'm a good person. Anyway, Bradley is missing which is equally as concerning but anyway. I'm sitting in the bath tub and thinking who to call. Then it hit me, my boy Tank got a steady hand. He's a chef dude. He can help. So what do I do? Bro I call him duh.

I dialed in his number and waited for a answer. When he did he said "what's up sweet heart?" Like he greets everyone. So I reply with "the ceiling" while snickering and he starts dying laughing. Man I knew I was funny. Anyway, dude says "okay okay but why'd you call doll face? Something happening? What's the word?" He asked. "Bro I fucked up my hair bad. I need your help homie" as he sighed "like did you go bald?" He asked "no I tried dying my buzz and it ain't lookin too good dude" as he hummed "oh shit. Aight I'm on my way." He said "but Imma stop by the gas station real quick. You want anything?" He asked "bro.... I could seriously down some nachos with extra cheese and Jalapeños with a slushy on the side" I asked as he hummed "alright, what flavor for the slushy, doll face?" He asked as I hummed "mix in coke and Cherry bro. Thanks Tank I love you man" I said "awwww shucks bro you know I love you too dude" he snickered as I snickered back "no homo man" I mentioned "nah bro full homo" he joked as we both cracked up on call.

Eventually around 30 minutes later he got to the crib and knocked on the door. I stood up and answered as he cringed "yeesh- dude your buzz is wack as fuck" he commented as I laughed "I know bro!! Dude she look gnarly" I snickered. Tank cocked a brow " man are you high?" He asked "dude am I ever sober is the real question." I corrected as he nodded. " okay well I got you food." He said setting in down and cracking his knuckles " let's get started man" he said as I sat down on the desk chair and Tank worked on my hair. " I'm understanding the appeal I just don't understand what made you think you can do this alone sweetheart" Tank said as I shrugged "dude.... You asking the wrong guy" I replied as he laughed softly. It took a hot minute for him to finish but when the final product was done I stood up and looked in the mirror "woah.... Check me ooooooouuuuttt" I howled as Tank nodded "my masterpiece man" he mentioned as he sat on my bed. " dude you fucking rock for this" I laughed shaking my head. "No problem man I got you"

I walked over and slurped on my slushy and walked back to sit on Max's bed before starting up a new joint. Tank cocked a brow and asked "hey Bob man. Why do you get high so much? I don't think I've ever seen you sober" he mentioned as I shrugged "I get high to function bro." "Function?" He asked. "Yeah my dad died a while back and my mom became like a raging alcoholic man and I thought she was gonna die because she was on the verge of liver failure." I explained as Tank's eyes softened "sorry to hear that man... can't imagine what that's like" he said as I shrugged " yeah but it means I get a cool ass back story" I snickered trying to lighten the mood as I took a puff. It worked because Tank laughed. You know I really like Tank. He laughs at my dumb jokes and he's a great listener. Bro is also always ready to help when he can. He's a good guy.

" what about you bro? Why do you always go to the gym?" I asked. Tank cocked a brow as he extended his arm wanting a hit of my joint. I gave it to him as he took a hit. He exhaled the rest and coughed a little before answering " I hit the gym because I had raging anger issues back then. Brad can tell you about it. Back in my middle school years I used to get into fights all the time and beat the shit out of everyone. I was like severely bullied for being overweight and because of that I would fight back so people would get scared of me. I tried to lose weight and got a bad eating disorder which did nothing. I didn't lose shit but I starved the fuck out of myself to the point I'd pass out. The stress of being overweight and being called ugly all your life and then being a target for people to laugh at you pissed me off and stressed me out. Not to mention when word got around that I was adopted and my parents weren't my real parents that gave the other kids more ammo, I one time broke this one kids legs because he kept picking on me so my parents sent me to boarding school. I managed my anger issues by working out and eating healthier but I still never felt good about myself. I actually had a six pack once believe it or not. But I still like really hated myself. It wasn't until I got into body building where all my stress sort of fell off. I ate healthier and ate like a body builder and now I'm the healthiest I've ever been. I gained all my weight back but I now have huge ass arms. Check it" he said before flexing.... I would've never expected that from Tank. That story was so shocking and touching but I was really happy that the guy found comfort in something good.

"If it makes you feel any better man I think you're hot as fuck. You're like a teddy bear dude. You're so comforting and cuddly man. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I'm shocked you don't have anyone right now" I mentioned. He looked a little shocked but he smiled "thanks man. Same goes for you" he chuckled.

People don't understand Tank just like how they don't understand me. But I'm happy we can understand each other and not be judged. Even if our first meeting wasn't the best I believe in second chances. What's even better is that Tank believes in them too. I mean just look at him and Bradley. They're even better friends from what they were before.

Tank is cool and severely underrated. He needs a lot more love than people think....

BOBBY AND TANK DOODLES!!))