Disorders (Sam Pottorff fanfiction)

Chapter 3: meeting them

Btw- don't listen to the song until I say to listen to it  it's for a part of the story. And all I could find is nightcore of it:)
                             Nash's POV

Me and Cameron arrived at a the mall on our penny boards. We went to subway to eat. We were there when a group of 3 girls walked in. I knew the one girl from school. Uhh what's her name? Crystal? Yeah that's her name. I live across the street from her and like 3 houses down. Honestly, She was pretty attractive. Her sister is in Hayes grade. They sat down at a booth across the room.A few minutes later three boys walked in and sat across from them.

"Nash what ya staring at?" Cameron said making me snap out of thought.
"Nothing" I said looking at him.
"Okay so what shop do ya wanna hit first?" He asked
"Hot topic?" I said but it came out more of a question.
"Sure" he said.

We finished eating then went to hot topic. I grabbed a few rubber bracelets, gages, and a new shirt. Cameron got a few things too. We went to a bunch of other stores. We decided to go to a place where you could watch people could match others do karaoke.

We walked In and she was there.

Crystals POV

After we were done shopping we decided to go to the karaoke place. It's my favorite place in the mall because, I love to sing, and rap. I can also beat box. We got in and I went up to choose  a song. Sammy,Connor, Taylor, Rachael and Emily sat down at a table.

(NOW PLAY SONG)
[ IF YOU DONT LIKE READING SONG LYRICS SKIP UNTILLLL👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼)
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
(Six minutes, six minutes)
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
and at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period
Here's a Maxi-Pad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah