Rocking the atmosphere

Chairs Are For Butts&Love is For Losers

Birds of a feather flock together. That's what my mother always said," Deema pursed her small pink lips, "That's why I always hung out with Oona and Molly. I knew they were my friends because I knew they wouldn't pressure me into doing things I wouldn't wanna do. Or distract me from what's really important. Especially when it comes to being dedicated to your music instead of the fame that comes with it-"

"I am dedicated to my music," Goby interrupted, feeling slightly offended that the blonde would even suggest that, "It's my life. My soul."

The two had become comfortable on Deema's bare mattress, sitting face to face to ensure proper eye contact.

"Really now? If you were dedicated you and your "partner in crime" wouldn't have been eying up my friends and I, but working on songs instead."

"Gil tends to procrastinate, a lot. We all like to write together, but he never wants to take the time unless Marcus forces him to," Goby uncomfortably scratched the back of his neck, feeling flame flare in his cheeks once more.

Deema shook her head, "No excuses. You may be a team,but everyone is liable for their actions. Especially the leader."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts! Seats are for butts!" Deema bellowed, "You can't just let you're leader do whatever he wants! And you especially can't let him represent you! You are you, not Gil!"

Goby was becoming a bit irritated. Instead of talking about his issue, more shots were being fired at him quicker than he could dodge. It wasn't necessarily the first time that something like this had happened, and the dark skinned male was already tired of it. He didn't want to be any more rude than he already seemed, but he couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you expect," the male growled with irritation, "You don't think I've been trying to be the better person and be myself? You don't think I try to convince Gil to stop picking on Molly? You don't think it hurts to be completely rejected in the music industry just because you don't want to screw with a girl?!"

Deema was taken back by the male's rage. Though it was unintentionally scaring her, she decided to be the slightest bit understanding. If she had gone through something similar to that, she'd be angry too. The blonde could tell by how intensively Goby stood up and started clenched his fists that he was bothered by it.

"I have been humiliated! I've been ignored! I've been literally kicked to the curb so many times just because I don't fit the stupid stereotypes people try to pin on me!"

The male's head sank as he leaned slowly against the Orange wall. He hit the ground with frustrastration, "I'm just that stupid black side character that adds color to the group-"

The blonde never realized how hard it was for Goby, and possibly every other person who faces such discrimination. He was such a sweet person, compared to what people expected him to be. And here she was, an adorable little blonde who 'literally had fame handed to her', as some tabloids said. This made Deema feel unbearably guilty. A few minutes ago, she was categorized as one of the people who judged the African American before even knowing him. It was so...unfair. And she wouldn't let it go on any longer.

The blonde approached the dark skinned male, crouching to his feral position form on the ground, "Listen Goby, I will never know what type of pain you've endured in your life, and probably never will. But all I know is that you've come too far just to throw in the towel now."

She took a seat next to him, watching his head slowly lift from his lap.

"Its always hard being 'second best', believe me, I know. But that doesn't stop me from working hard to get to the top. Molly is almost like Gil. She's bold, determined, a leader, and always calls the shots, yet she's never too controlling. She still makes mistakes, but ashe always fixes them. We all have our moments of glory. You should too."