"Its ya boy" He growled, his voice low and almost macabre. You hike your bedsheets up in a balled fist, covering your mouth, tucking your legs in. Your eyes stay wide and observant, watching his every move. He was wearing that one outfit, you know the one, in his most recent music video. The one where if he was a pale skinny white dude it would just look off. Yeah, and I use the term music loosely.
"You must be wondering why I'm in your room-" he purred. "Bruv" (cause he's a chav now) you nodded, mouth slightly agape in response to his effervescent beauty.
"I have something I need to tell you. And only you. If this information so much as gets out to even your family I will be forced to kill you." He steps closer to the bed and perches on the edge, staring deeply and intensely into your eyes. "Promise me you won't tell anyone. Especially not keemstar. I hate that bastard." "I- I promise" you choke, metaphorical stars forming in your eyes.
To be
Continued?!?!?!?!?
