Odd Ball

Swing From The Chandelier

"IIIIIIII'MMMM GONNA SWIMG FROM THE CHANDELIER, THE CHANDELIERRRRRRRERR." I sung at the top of my lungs.

Yes. I am on the chandelier.

Don't ask how I got up here.

Okay, I'll tell you.

After Mint left me alone, I was going toward the stairs until I say this humongous chandelier, so I hopped on the banister and jumped on this hoe.

I don't know how to get down.

Hmm. Probably should have thought of that.

"Blue shut u- WHAT THE HELL! HOW NIGGA! JUST HOW!" Mint came out of his room.

"I kinda can't get down.......... help?" I asked meekly. Mint ran all the way down stairs then appeared under me, but 2 stories under me. "Let go. I'll catch you." He called up to me.

This nigga crazy.

"This ain't no damn cliche teenager book! I'm gone die!" I yelled back down.

"Damnit Blue just let go! Before my fucking chandelier break!" He hollered back.

His wish is my command, so I dropped.

What did I say? I knew it. I knew he wasn't gone catch me. I knew it.

He tried it.

He had his arms out to catch me but as soon as I landed in them, they gave out, so I hit the ground butt first then he fell on top of me.

No not like that.

I'm laying on my back with my limbs everywhere, feeling like I just broke my ass, while his arms are still under me, but face is digging into the marble floor, with his butt in the air. We were stacked sideways. Him facing one way, and me the other.

Fuck it. It's hard to explain but just know we look stupid.

"That was a stupid ass idea." I groaned.

"You was the dumbass who decided to jump yo' ass on top of the chandelier."

"You was the dumbass who left me unattended."

"Both of y'all some dumbasses." A third voice cut in.

We hurriedly untangled as I tried to see who that was.

Surprise, surprise. I'm sure y'all done figured out who it was because the retarded author has no creativity.

It was the man buffet who wanted to kill me.

"Bitch ass." I said loudly.

His head snapped toward me and he made his way toward me, "The fuck you just say to me? You lil' -" Mint stopped him by stepping in front of me.

"Aight Domo chill. You know she not all there." Mint said glancing back at me.

I was making faces at this "Domo" person but as soon as Mint looked at me, I sobered up.

Domo glared at me but turned away and trudged off.

Now that that's over.... "Did you know that El Chapo is offering 10 million to shelter him? Bitchhhhh...... Mi casa, su casa. You hungry? My pasta, yo pasta."

Mint looked at me then shook his head and walked in the same direction that Domo went. So I followed, still talking.

"Do yo' annoying ass ever shut the fuck up?" Domo asked as we stepped into the kitchen.

My face set into a frown and my eyes watered, "I may act like shit don't get to me but deep down in my heart............. that shit still don't get to me." I started laughing.

"Somebody gone beat the hell outta' you." Domo muttered, mugging me.

"I don't care if I get beat up, dragged, thrown in the trash. Imma' talk my shit before, after and during. Gone have to kill me." I said honestly.

"That can be arranged" he said while searching through a cabinet.

I ignored him.

"Have you even planned an outfit in your head but when you put it on it done bang?" I asked mainly to Mint.

" Bro! Hell yea!" He agreed getting hype.

"The day iMessage notify people that they messages been screenshotted is the day I crip walk over to a Samsung."

"Say it again!" Mint said.

"I could never disown my child for they sexual orientation or being a hoe, but if they a snitch they gotta' go!" I said excitedly.

Mint jumped out of his seat and started clapping. "Preach!" He yelled loudly while Domo stood there sipping his Minute Maid staring at us.

"Y'all niggas need therapy."