6 XØ God

"All Things Go"

"Chill out!" Drake shouted. "Chill out Bruh!"

Big Sean threw another punch at Justin's face, but Justin wasn't fighting back any more.

"My nigga Big Sean throwing hands," Future was shouting as he videoed the fight. Drake had the urge to say something to Future but he didn't want to start anything.

Drake walked over to Big Sean quickly, and he pulled him away from Justin. Drake placed his hands on Big Sean's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Pull it together man," Drake began. "There's no need to be fighting."

"You don't understand," Big Sean said.

"And I don't want to understand," Drake clarified.

The DJ stopped the music because of all the chaos which was ensuing. Everyone in the room was talking. People were shouting. People were screaming. Chaos wasn't even the right word to describe the situation. It was a disaster. Chairs had been sprawled across the ground. Table had been flipped over. Bitches has tears leaking out of their eyes. Bitches took their heels off to pop some other bitches heads off.

Drake looked around the room, and all he saw was a disaster. Someone squeezed a ketchup bottle into the air and it went all over a bunch of people. A chicken wing flew past Drake's ear and he was shocked.

Drake saw a man who worked at the venue standing at the door. He began walking over to the man. When the man noticed him, he crossed his arms angrily. "You are going to have to pay extra to get this entire room cleaned up," the man said when Drake was close enough.

"I need you to do me a favor," Drake said. "Turn all the lights on."

* * *

Future and Lil Wayne were back at it again with their argument. "This party could've been 800 times better if your ugly ass didn't show up," Future said.

"Shut the fuck up," Lil Wayne spat. "Your mixtapes don't even make any money."

"The fuck you mean?" Future questioned. "No one even knows your fucking name anymore. Lil Wayne who?"

"You must be my number one fan then," Lil Wayne said seriously. "Since you the only one who knows my name."

Future laughed. "You must've thought," Future continued laughing. "I only know you as that 'rapper' who got no rhymes."

"I got more rhymes on you though," Lil Wayne said.

"The fuck does that even mean?" Future asked. "You trying to sound intelligent now?"

"I am intelligent unlike you," Lil Wayne argued.

"Hell no," Future laughed. "You sound like straight up marijuana when you speak."

* * *

"Do you think if I ask Drake on a date he'll accept?" Dinah asked.

"I'm not sure but it's worth a shot," Lauren said.

"I'm going to try," Dinah announced. "Who's with me?"

"I'll go with you," Camilla said. "I've never seen him up close."

Dinah and Camilla began walking over to Drake, and he didn't notice them until they were only a few feet away. "Hey Drake!" The two of them shouted in harmony.

"Hello!" Drake screamed in surprise at the volume of their voices.

"Happy Birthday!" Camilla continued.

"Thanks," Drake said

"I have a question for you," Dinah announced.

"Hit me with it," Drake said.

"Can we go out for dinner some day?" Dinah asked.

Drake raised his eyebrows and he tried to judge weather or not Dinah was being serious or not. "No thanks," Drake said.

Dinah pressed her lips against each other. "Okay," she said.

Drake pressed his lips together too, and then he turned around to quickly walk away.

* * *

Abęl turned around a table was hurdling towards him. He jumped out of the way, but it was still came close enough to take his head off. What the hell is happening here? Abęl asked himself.

Drake came running over to Abęl and his face revealed that he was terrified. "Help me!" Drake begged. "I don't know what to do."

Abęl placed his hands on Drake's shoulders. "Calm down," he said. "We can just call the police."

"I don't want to call the police," Drake said. "I don't want people to see me as a coward. Once one person sees me hold a phone up at my ear, they will say that I'm calling the police even if I might not be. Help me calm them down somehow."

"Fine I'll call the police," Abęl suggested. "No one will care if I do, and I don't care what people will think if they found out I did."

"I don't want to get the police involved," Drake clarified.

"The police are going to get involved anyway," Abęl said. "The owner of this venue might end up suing you for destruction of property or something just to get even more money out of you then you have already put down."

Drake said nothing.

"There is no reason for you to care about what other people think," Abęl said. "Many friendships come to an end at some point in their existence. It would be better for you to just own up to this situation right now instead of waiting for everything to get worse." Abęl was almost shouting but he knew what he was saying wasn't coming across rudely. "Call the police," he urged. "All things go at some point or another."