Dizzee for Thor "The Get Down"

I dream, I dream, I dream...of ghosts

Everyone had gone home except for him and Shao. They were both on the ridiculous side of high. Dizzee all full of giggles and half way to the moon, while Shao was hanging on to him as though Dizz was a  teddy bear. It wasn't much different from how they normally spent heir time together. It was him being a replacement, and Shao being an easy enough escape from the Kipling household. It wasn't that they didn't  like each other well enough, it was more that they contradicted one and other despite their common intressets. 

"Princess!" Shoa called in a loud voice despite having pulled Dizz half on top of him on the couch.

It was a nickname that Shao had stuck with ever since their fight over the nail polish Dizzee no longer wore. It didn't come up all the time, but often enough that Dizzee had stopped taking it as the insult it was meant as.

"What?" he asked giggling eyes shut in attempt to make the room stop spinning.

Shao didn't  answer directly, even in the high Dizz could sense the older boys mood changing. 

"Have you ever loved someone like Books does Mylene?"

Dizzee hadn't stopped giggling, but it was softer. Had he ever loved someone like Zeke did Mylene? It was such an odd question coming from the legendary 'Lady Killing Romantic'. Shao more than anyone didn't believe in giving up ones heart to so called bitches. 

"Hey! I asked you a question freak!"

"I know," he replied not wanting rail up a high Shao. "Just thinking."

"Shouldn't be so hard. Have you or haven't you?" Shao pulled him up closer so that he was laying even more on the mixers lap rather than the couch, his head on hard chest.

He wasn't comfortable. It all felt too intimitet despite knowing in reality Shao wasn't really holding him. Physically maybe but mentally he never actually saw Dizzee as Dizzee when he was like this. He would struggle off if he had had the energy or at least if it didn't mean aggravating the older boy by acknowledging their current position. So Dizz forced himself to ignore and focus on the odd subject at hand.

"I just don't know, Shao. There is this French author from the 17th century that said something about love being like a ghosts that everyone talks about and few have seen... I don't know if I saw a ghost or just thought I did."

"I get," Shao said after a long pause.

Dizzee relaxed as it seemed as the subject was dropped letting his eyes fall shut. He had stop giggling with the heaviness that came of Shao. It was late enough for him to go home without risking bumping into anyone. He just needed to find the energy to get up.

"Who made you think you saw a ghost, princess?" Shao ask waking him up from his light slumber.

"A phoenix," he yawned.

"Phoenix? Is that some new lame ass ghetto name?"

"Nah, he was just a phoenix," Dizzee felt like he had been drenched in cold water when his own ords registered in his mind.

He lay still hopping against all odds that maybe just maybe Saholin hadn't noticed. 

"A phoenix? I think my ghost is a pigeon...or whatever smart animal there is."

Not long after saying that Shao fell asleep while keeping his iron grip tight around a cold sweating Dizzee. It was long night. Dizzee laid there waiting for him to relax just an inch so that he could sneak away, but it never happened. Instead he lay awake as the night passed and the sun rose util he could hear the voices the rest of the Get Down Brothers. he pretended to sleep as they got closer. He heard them pause when they came close enough to see them, before someone, probably Ra or Zeke, came and started to shake them awake. Dizzee kept his eyes shut even as the arms around him became painfully tight before they finally released. Before he even had a chance to feel relief he was shoved hard to the floor. Even if he had been deeply alseep there would not be an escape from the painful yelp that left his lips. No matter how he looked at  it a day that started out like this would not end well.