After Aysa's long lecture about Spain, there was silence again.
"Bruh, it's getting dark af outside," Taj said, standing by the window.
"And it's only 6:13. Told you Laya!" Ryan said.
"Shut... The.. fu–"
"I wonder how it's gone be when it get dark in here. Like real dark," Aysa said.
"Don't nobody try no freaky shit," Taj said.
"Taj, don't nobody in here want yo ass," Cameron said.
"And KaPri don't want you, but what you doing?"
"Aye, Avery you felt that?" I asked, wiping my forehead.
"Hell yeah. It feel like clapback season," Avery said, shivering.
"Now why y'all petty?" Jock asked.
"I'm not petty," I said, pointing to Trent. "That's all your brother."
Trent started swaying his head as if he was listening to some real good music.
Ross cane up real close to him and knelt down.
"Ayo Trent that shit banging! It sound like all the new shit you been putting out, nothing."
That... Is when I died.
"I can't deal with y'all bruh!" I said, barely breathing.
"Ight bitch. At least I still get money though. What you do? What you make? Ohh... what I thought."
"Now see you respond to everybody else, but when I say something I'm just not here right?" I asked.
"Je l'ai déjà expliqué la situation," he said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "Je vais vous parler quand je suis prêt à vous parler."
"How come he only talking to me in French?! He know ion know that shit!" I said.
"I'homme se détendre sur son," Jock said.
"Occupe toi de yes affaires," Trent said, eyeing Jock.
Jock just fanned him off.
"Jock said something bout chill out," Aysa said.
"How you know?"
"Girl he say that shit to me so much it's just become familiar," she said.
"Why he gotta make Trent chill out? What did you really say?" I asked.
"Chill," Jock said. "It wasn't bad bad. It was just sarcastic."
"Sarcastic my ass, he being a real dick right now," I said.
Trent just shook his head and put his earphones back in. I groaned.
"Bruh, the whole time y'all was arguing it done got darker and darker. Light them fucking candles man!" O.K. said.
I got a lighter from Ross and lit all seven candles. It was a little bit of light, but better than being in the dark.
"I can't believe they ain't got nobody on the power yet," KaPri said, shaking her head.
"And my phone finna die. I can't text my hoes," Taj said.
"Where they at doe?" We all yelled.
"Man fuck y'all."
"It's fucking boring!" Avery yelled.
"Shut yo extra ass up!" I said.
"Fuck y'all I'm finna go to sleep," Trent said, sliding down on the floor.
I shot a bird at him behind his back.
"Not slick, keep playing," he said.
Tf?
"How he–"
"Don't nobody know how he do it. Nigga creepy af, to be honest. Ion know why you go with him," Jock said.
"Questions," I said.
It went quiet again as everybody either looked off into space, looked at each other, or was on their slowly dying phones.
Soon, we heard snoring.
"Bruh!" We groaned.
We all knew it was Trent.
His extra ass.
"Aye, see if he really sleep," Taj said.
Jock poked him three times, then slapped the side of his face. "Yep, he sleep."
"Somebody bring me a black marker," I said.
"Why?"
"I'm finna draw on this nigga face!" I said.
"No! I wanna do it!" Taj said.
"Witcho childish ass! You can only draw what I tell you to!" I said
"Ight."
He turned on the flashlight on his phone and went to the kitchen. I heard a kitchen drawer open, then some rummaging, then he came back with a permanent marker.
"Yes," I said.
"Turn him over on his back," Sauce said.
"Fuck y'all. I ain't got no part in this," O.K. said, laying down. "Ain't no telling what that nigga gone do."
"Shit," I said.
"Draw a girl twerking from the bridge of his nose to his nostrils. Then we gone record his nose twerking and put it on Instagram," I said.
"Ight," Taj said, opening the marker as Avery shined the light.
"No, draw the head up more," I said.
"Man, y'all needa hurry up so we can record," Jock said.
"It's not me! Taj over here tryna be Mona Lisa and shit!" I said.
"Mona Lisa was the painting. Try Leonardo Da Vinci," Taj said.
"Why would you wanna be somebody who ain't won no type of Oscar?" KaPri asked, scrunching up her face.
"Not that Leonardo! The one who– nothing man," he said, smacking his teeth.
After a few more minutes, he finally closed the marker and said, "Done."
"Ight. Let's shoot this. Who phone got more than 50%?" I asked.
Aysa, Jock, O.K., and Sauce raised their hands.
"Aysa go to Don't Drop That Thun Thun," I said.
She nodded and unlocked her phone.
"Imma record it and post it on my phone so I can cherish this memory, but yall can record it too," I said.
"I got it," Aysa said.
"Ight. Don't play it til I say go, ight?"
She nodded, her phone ready in her hand.
I went to video and turned on my flash.
"Go," I said, starting to record as Avery flicked his nose up and down.
When it got to the part when he say 'Dont drop that Thun Thun Thun don't drop that Thun Thun Thun don't drop that Thun Thun thun' she make his 'butt' move from up and down to side to side real quick.
"Bruh! That was lit af!" I said, stopping the video.
We was all laughing, watching it over and over again, until we all heard something that made us stop in our tracks.
Evil, spine shivering, clown laughter.
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Bruh! 😭
Why they gotta do my nigga like that man?
They foul. 😔
It's lowkey-highkey funny though 😂
Good-deuces ✌
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