Finding Brothers

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by RiverzNLilliez

by RiverzNLilliez

Chavo's POV

If I know my brothers as well as I think I do, then they should be pretty easy to find. Peezle should be in some type of club or bar or some shit around here, and if I'm accurate he's probably already wasted.

I went around popping into bars asking about Peezle, searching a little, but I couldn't find him ANYWHERE. Now, it's probably best to-

Wait... Is that him?

"Chaavv! Heyy, wassup buddy!" His pants were really low and his shirt was gone, he was wearing purple shades and a top hat.
What the actual fuck... He was gone for ten minutes!

"Gods damn it Peezle! In ten minutes!? Really?"
"I'm a party God. What'd you expect, BITCH."
"What happened to your clothes-"
"Sshhhh, what happens in da club, stays in da club."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Peezle's hand.
"Woah, Chav, I don't swing that way... And incest is fucked up."
"Shut up." I sighed dragging him along.
Hopefully, Jeremy won't be as hard to find.

Nala's POV

The café is a little busy today. It usually is in the mornings. People rushing to work and school, and then there are those who just want a quick coffee.

The shop gives off a very. . . welcoming vibe. But it's been. . . dull lately. River doesn't notice it the way I do, it's like it's missing something. I've tried to brighten it up a little. Paintings, photographs, flowers here and there, but nothing really works the way I want it to.

"Hello, friends!" Michael smiled bursting open the doors and throwing on an apron. You know, besides his all-black style, gauges, hair dye, and tattoos, he's not a scary guy. He's like Josh Dun, he looks like he'll rip your face off, but he's a happy little potato. (Potato? Get it? This slight pun was brought to you by Nala... You're welcome.)

"Tato!" River cheered our nickname for him.
"Hey Rivey, hello Nani." I cringed a little at the nickname but it's Tato, so he can call me whatever.
"Tato did you hear about the Gods Falling?" I asked.
"Yeah! They're so hot..."
"I know right!"
"Y'all are weird.. They're just okay to me." River disagreed.
Tato slid across the counter to his work station next to the machine.

It's cool working here because we're all close in age. I'm 22, River is 20, and Tato is 19.

Ding

"Welcome to The- what the hell...?" I asked wide eyed.
"Holy shit you're- he's-... Where's his clothes!?" River tripped over his words.
"Have you seen our brother!?" Chavo asked.
"The hot one?" I asked laughing, "Sorry I haven't."
"Noo, the ugly white bitch in the snapback!" Peezle corrected.
"I haven't either." Replied River.
"Nope." Tato added.
"But, if I were you I'd check the basketball courts down the street. My friends and I can take you in about 15, this place is emptying quick anyways."
"I LIKE these people, let's fucking GO." Peezle laughed.
"Okay, just tell us when you're ready I guess." Chavo agreed.

The crew and I started closing up shop and not long after, we left for the basketball courts.
Along the way Peezle was becoming a little more sober.

"Here we are." River said pointing out Jeremy shooting hoops on one of the courts.
"Jeremy! You bitch!" Chavo yelled stomping over. We followed.
"Hey, you found me! Who are they?"