A/N I just want to start off by saying thank you all for this. I'm speechless really,940 reads. To some it might not be all that,but it means the world to me. And I can't think you guys enough.
And on a final note,since I never got the chance to say but; Rest in Peace Nelson Mandela,and Paul walker. Go see spokenreason's video on Paul walker's death,its so true,and heartbreaking. Read on:)
"Wake up. Wake up." I felt a sharp pain on my lower back. I stirred
and rolled to my side looking up at the tall figure above me."You have to get up."
"Why?" I croaked.
"Because I said so,and we have to go somewhere."
"Were you kicking me?" he turned and began for the door."Yes,can't say you didn't deserve it."
I rolled my eyes as I turned to my side,quite literally,rolling out of bed.
I stood up and approached the doorway of the room,the door left widely open,with no one waiting for me. I stood for a few minutes
in the doorway, swinging back and forth from sleepiness.
"Whats taking you so long to get downstairs?" said Daniel coming from a random corner of the long hallway.
"Umm....well, usually one of you faggots escort me downstairs, cause I obviously don't know the way." I snapped. He brought himself incredibly close to me, cornering me into the wall.
"I don't like that word, and I don't know what's with you, but you can stop that nasty attitude right now." he hissed, jabbing his index to my chest. He turned and strolled to the doorway, "You coming or what?" he inquired without turning around. I fell into the same steps as him following him. down the many hallways and into the main dining room.
"Take a seat." he instructed. I took a seat, him, unfortunately, sitting right next to me. We waited for the maids to bring us the food. After a while of sitting in silence, Daniel rose from his seat clearing his throat.
"We are gonna throw a party!" everyone around the table rose their heads, confusion clearly etched on their face.
"And exactly how are we going to do that, Daniel?" Daniel spread his arms and spun in a circle."Look at your surroundings, my man. One word : Maids." (A/N If you take out 'M', it says AIDS...lol I need a life...)
"We don't have enough."
"Yeah,we do..."
"No. No,we don't."retaliated Drew.
"Well,what happened to them?"
"We had to get rid of a few of them, remember? Unfaithful little son of a bitch..." his voice lowered at the last part. Daniels lips formed an 'O' and continued."Well, we' ll find some. In the meantime, let's get started on planning."
"I wont be planning anything." said Drew leaning back in his chair."Cmon,Drew!" Drew shook his head."When was it we last had a party?"
"A few days before we took that bitch." he pointed to me. I felt my eyebrows go down in a frown. Drew shrugged with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Alright then, I guess Crystal has to do it." "Good,"began Drew "That leaves us with nothing to do."
"Actualllyyyy...." Drew rolled his eyes and laced his large arms across his chest.
"The people...gotta invite them,police, we need someone for that,and who's going to bring the drugs? Like, enough for three hundred plus people." I rolled my eyes,I'm sure it wouldn't get to three hundred."Alright,fine.We can throw one,"
