𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 (𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂)

-> synopsis: where aaliyah decides to prank the team with a little fart spray... not a great idea.

-> format: drabble.

-> theme: comedy.

-> warning: mature language, use of the n word.

-> authors note: thank you for requesting this, it was so fun to write!! wattpad is being weird and not letting me upload gifs.. sorry guys.

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The cool summer breeze of Miami flowed through the crack of the window that was open in the front , as the car drove along the highway. Marcus and Mike was in the front talking, while Armando and Aaliyah was in the back.

Moving around in her seat, she looked out the window. The palm trees that were decorated down the highway danced to the slow blow of the wind, waving the team goodbye as they headed down to Atlanta, Georgia for a team getaway. Armando had his head back with his eyes closed, trying to get some rest in before having to greet the rest of the team. His tan skin glistened as the sun illuminated on him, giving him more of a caramel complexion.

Analysing him even more, he had a freshly trimmed cut and his beard was noticeably groomed. His physique was outlined by the tight white shirt he had on accompanied by some washed blue jeans. The two grandads in the front were arguing about the radio, Marcus wanting it on, Mike wanting it off.

The subtle contrast of the tranquility and chaos made Aaliyah's heart warm. This was family.

Glancing over at the navigation system in front of her, she wondered how long they have left. 20 minutes. Rummaging through her bag, she looked for something to keep her accompanied during the last quarter of the journey. Her eyes landed on something.

Fart spray??

A smirk creeped up on the girls face as she subtly looked around the car. Armando was still resting, Mike and Marcus had finally stopped arguing. This was her perfect chance.
Shaking up the little container, she pushed her slim hands down the corner of Marcus's seat that was right in front of her, pressing down on the little pump.

An aroma of a foul stench quickly filled up the car, first being noticed by Mike who shot daggers into Marcus's soul. "Now i know, you did NOT just shit yourself in my brand new car Marcus!!"

"Nigga, fuck you and your motherfucking car! I didn't do shit!!"

"So what is that smell?!"

Psh. Psh. Another pump.

Quickly hiding the spray back into her bag that was on top of her lap, Aaliyah sat back into her seat. Moving her 3c curls out her face, she quickly covered her nose with her baby blue top that she had on. "What the fuck is that smell?!"

Looking back at Aaliyah with a pained expression on his face, Marcus whispered, "Mike shat in his diaper.." Which resulted in a slap of Mike who heard the smaller guy. "It's your fault that the car is smelling this!!"

The three started shoring backwards and forwards, trying to figure out the root of where the stench is coming from. Awaking from his slumber, the latino male sits up. "¡¿Quién coño huele así?!" Armando swore before quickly covering his nose with his hands.

"It was probably Armando farting in his sleep, Mike control your son!!!!" Marcus shouted, turning around and pointing at Armando while shaking his head. In disbelief to the accusations, Armando points his fingers back and starts pleading his case. "¿De qué coño me acusas? Apuesto a que fuiste tú."

"Talk English Spanish boy!!!! We aren't in viva la Mexico!" Marcus shouted back.

"He has a point though, maybe you're accusing everyone because you know you did it!!" Mike shouted back.

"Oh so now you motherfuckers ganging up on me? Father/son attack?"

"Nigga-"

The arguing continued, unbeknownst to Aaliyah, Armando, Mike and Marcus, they pulled up to the little cabin where the getaway was held. Too involved in their argument of who done it, they didn't realise they had an audience who was watching the chaos unfold. Marcus was shouting at both Mike and Armando, who were shouting back at him. The brown skinned girl was sitting there, her shirt still covering her nose as she pleaded for someone to open a window, falling on deaf ears. "Maldita sea, ni siquiera puedo descansar en paz cerca de ustedes."

"We haven't done shit!"

Looking around, Aaliyah noticed that they arrived at the location. "Guys, we are here!!"

"Gracias Dios, necesito salir de este coche."

Everyone quickly opened the car doors, gasping for air as they all stared at each other. "Why you looking at me like that for?" Marcus exclaimed, mugging Mike. "This was YOUR fault motherfucker, why else??"

And then... the arguing continued.

Aaliyah now sick of the constant bickering between the two grandads pulled her bag out the car. "Guys, it was a prank! See?" Waving the small component of the spray which contained the foul stench, smiling at the two.
"I know this girl is not smiling in my face thinking shit is funny..?" The taller male spoke looking towards Marcus. "I think she is."

"Tienes diez segundos para correr, mamá." The latin male whispered, staring straight through the woman's soul. His chocolate coloured eyes, now slowly turning into black orbs.

Oh shit.

Running into the house, Aaliyah pushed past the couple who stood infront of the door. Swiftly after, Armando, Mike and Marcus ran after her.

"You're done for!!" The three all shout in unison.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
"¡¿Quién coño huele así?!" : Who the fuck is smelling like that?
"¿De qué coño me acusas? Apuesto a que fuiste tú" : Why the fuck are you accusing me for? I bet it was you.
" Maldita sea, ni siquiera puedo descansar en paz cerca de ustedes. " Fucking hell, i can't even rest peacefully around you guys.
"Gracias Dios, necesito salir de este coche.": Thank you God, i need to get out of this car.
"Tienes diez segundos para correr, mamá." : You got ten seconds to run, mama.