𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 4 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘋𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

Doritos P.O.V:

Everyone started walking towards the entrance for the after party. There was a lot of grumbling and complaints. Like, shut up, it's my wedding, only I get to complain. Suddenly a blinding light blinded the room for a sec.

"What the fuck," I ask shielding my eyes from the brightest fucking light I've seen. I look closer and see an extremely short, blonde, weird-looking, freak getting carried on a golden throne by a bunch of shirtless men. "Aaron Warner? What are you doing here?" "Girly pop," he says, winking, but it was an aggressive wink. Yk, the kind where you try to wink for the first time, but it goes horribly wrong, and it looks like your eyes are stuttering. (Please tell me y'all understand what I'm saying) He gets down from the throne after struggling to get his midgety ass off. (He needed his muscle men to help him out since he's lacking a little strength)

"Ayo, Deep Throat, there's a little blonde man here, like, I mean really little," I say, a little concerned at his lack of height. "Move it, losers! I need a new blonde to add to my collection," she says with sparkles and mischief in her eyes. (Collection of victims /j) "Yeah, he said his name was Marco, or something stupid," I say boredly.  

"Don't let that poo-poo head touch you!" I turned to the voice that yelled. Could it be? The queen of all queens, the girl bosses of among girl bosses, the best of the best? Juliette? "That man is the worst parasite you could ever come ( Heh come) in contact with," she says pointing very far downwards. If it weren't for her pointing, I probably wouldn't have found him.

"Listen, ladies, gents, and others, let's not fight. Instead let's turn on some hip beats," he says in the most cringe worthy way. "Did that little midget man just say 'hip beats'," Sonic asks. " I think he's hearing dyslexic," says Knuckles.

"C'mon D.J. Let's just listen to my playlist. Yk, lighten the mood," he asks the D.J while doing his weird wink thing again. The D.J looks at the playlist and cries a little. "Do I have to?" "Yes. If you don't I'll send my hot, beefy, sweaty, sweat smelling, sexy, majestic, gorgeous, beautiful, alluring men to beat you up," he says blushing a little.

"Are you gay," Itto asks. Wow, that was blunt. "Like, I'll support you. In fact, I kiss my homies goodnight and sometimes give them hot steamy kisses, but I'm not gay, still support though," he says trying to be supportive. 

"Bro, dead ass?" Thoma asks him. "Listen, bruv, I have my reasons," Itto says in a defensive tone. "JUST PLAY THE SONGS!!!" Little midget man demands. The D.J starts playing the songs.

"Are you shitting my dick?" The first song was Buddy Holly. "Bruv, you can't be serious?" "You're joshing, right?" "This is why you're the size of a walnut, but smaller." "I'm Harry Styles." "What if I was suicidal?" "Jesus Christ." "/J or /Srs?" "Personally, I like it." "For the love of god, shut up, Matthew Morrison. You're not even supposed to be here. Dead ass, this is why you get no bitches." 

"Yo, Little man. What's wrong with you? You're literally interrupting an after party just to play this trash ass music? You weren't even invited," Chuuya bae calls him out. "Thanks, pookie," I thank my husband.

"Well, I guess, I'm just lonely," he says in shame. "That's crazy, cause we don't care." That voice sounds familiar. Turning towards the voice, I see our lord and savoir, Kenji Kishimoto. (Kenji, just one chance, please, I can treat you so well) "Kenji, babes, where were you? I didn't see you at the ceremony," I ask.

"My bad, homegirl. I was reading some girls' weird poems about blonde men," he says with confusion written on his face. "Deep throat?" "Deep throat." We both nod. "Damn, what'd I do?" "Nothing, nothing."

"Anyways, I'm gonna kick Marco out," Kenji says, cracking his knuckles and walking away. "Other way, babes, other way."

Timeskip to the end of the party

Chuuya POV:

We wave the guests goodbye and start making sure we have everything for the honeymoon. I check to see if I have my fedoras and wine.

"Haruhi, have you seen the suitcase," I ask her and don't hear a response. "Uh, Haruhi?" I walk towards the bathroom and knock. "Haruhi? Doritos? Are you there? We have to head out soon." I hear some loud cries and other voices. Putting my ear up against the door, I hear a conversation.

"He didn't even talk to me once. THE AUDACITY!" I guess the cries are coming from Deep Throat. "Girl, listen, he's 4'9, he's not even worth it. Besides, you saw the way he looked at the guys at the party. He likes men. And you can ask out Juliette," My wife, Doritos, reasures her.

"You've seen how much blonde men bullshit I put up with, trust me, it's not worth it," Haruhi says. "I guess. Alright, let's get going." I hear footsteps and run away. "Chuuya, babe, we knew you were there," Doritos says. "Who's Chuuya?" "Let's just go."

A/N: I know this chapter sucks ass, but the next one will be better. Since some people wanted to be in my honeymoon, it's gonna be a long ass chapter not as long as my dic- jk jk anyways schools taking up way too much time I'm gonna cry, but Chuuya wouldn't want a wimp, so I'll get over it