Bourg. { A Les Twins Fan Fiction }

Ch.2:.Slipping

Dread man. He had been watching me from across the room. I smiled at him and he winked back at me. He had beautiful deep, brown eyes. I turned to blush, yet once I turned back I seen the other Larry walk towards him. It seemed like they were just greeting each other, giving daps. But alas, I saw something in-between their smooth grips. I squinted hard, trying to catch a view of what it was but the transaction was too quick. They both saluted each other and walked off. I then saw dread-man stuff the item into his pocket. Wonder what that could have been. I felt a tap on my shoulder and once again, I could not believe what I saw. A drunken bee was hanging off of an also drunk Aly.

"OH oh my g-gosh Sianuh you need to comeeeee," Bee said, the stench of alcohol lingering off of her breath.

"God Aly what did you do to her?!" I asked in shock.

"Oh my goodnesss you always blame EVERYYYYTHING on me," Aly said slurring her words," I just g-got her to looooosen up a LEEL bit." I shook my head in disappointment. How the heck did Aly get Bee to open up enough to even drink? The girl can't even present a project in front of a class.

"Please guys go to the car," I pleaded," we don't need the both of you drunk going wild." I pointed them towards the door as they whined and complained. Bee even called me a "Buzz Keel". I knew going to the club wouldn't be a good idea. I sat back down in my bar-stool and continued to watch the dancers groove to the music.

Now that I think about it, I think I drank TOO much water. My bladder was about ready to implode. I quickly speed-walked to the bathroom, but of course there was a line waiting there. Once I had reached the front I ran in, claiming a stall. That toilet was like my sanctuary in that moment. As I relieved myself, my attention was brought back to that object inside of other Larry's hand. The nosey side of me was beginning to kick in and I was becoming more and more curious. I washed up and stepped out of the door, only to bump into someone. There stumbled Larry-or at least I think it was him.

"Ooh! I SOOO Sorree!" he said in a heavy accent. He quickly helped me up and dashed for the door where another Larry was furiously calling him. I felt something hit my foot. As I looked down, I realized there was a white iPhone lying on the ground.

"Wait sir, you forgot your.." I tried to get out before he left the building. Of course he didn't hear me and left anyways. I then ran to the door and just to my luck, Isee a large escalade pulling away from the parking lot with two Larry's sitting inside. I screamed and yelled trying to catch their attention but they had zoomed off already. So now I'm stuck here with the phone of a man I don't even KNOW who's probably leaving miles away from here. What the hell am I supposed to do? I placed the phone in my bag as I roamed the club looking for the girls. They were nowhere to be found so I figured they were already waiting in the car.

As I walked out through the back-way, I caught a glimpse of Dread-man. Yet he was dread-less. Matter of fact, he was completely bald. He held his long, napped wig in his left hand as he took out the contents from his pocket with the right. He chuckled at the object, then walk away into the street. I waited about 5 minutes until I headed back for the car. Once I arrived, I got inside of it only to see a drooling Bee and a slobbering Aly toppled on each other in the backseat. Maya was also knocked out so I took the liberty to be the designated driver. I bucked in, stuck the key in the ignition, and pulled away. Once I had reached the nearest stoplight, I took a glance at the phone in my purse. What the heck am I gonna do with this thing?

I pulled up to each of the girl's houses and dropped them off individually. After they were all home, I drove to mine's. Once I entered, I immediately plopped on the couch. I was so exhausted. I kicked off my heels and cuddled with a decorative pillow. Tonight was very unexpected; so much for my first ever visit to a club. I started reminiscing about the night as my eyes began to droop lower and lower. Next thing you know, I was knocked out. That was, until I heard a loud beat ringing from my bag. I quickly hopped up and dug for the phone. It seemed like ages until I finally found it. I took it out of my bag and I propped myself up against a few pillows .As much digging as I just did, I should be an archaeologist. I squinted my eyes, blinded by the bright, LED screen, trying to get a view of what was broadcasted.