(Idek what I'm doing so just go with it lol. Also my dog is sassy as hell.)
" West, Max. 17. Chestnut brown hair. Light green eyes. Cute. Slim build. 5'8. Walks dogs regularly for cheap pay. That's Sad. No allergies. Few associates. Good. No important medical history. No disabilities. He has Mrs. Paine right now, poor fellow. He's failing science. His school record is clear. - Why am I doing this again, King?"
Kingston Parks groaned, sitting up straight. "I told you, man. I'm looking for some dirt on this punk." King spun around in a old, beaten office chair before suddenly stopping. He glared at the wall above Logan's head, continuing his trash excuse. "He threatened me with a fucking eraser, dude. And not even in a remotely normal way! This kid-"
Logan snorted loudly, "He threatened you with an eraser? And it's not in a normal way? How often have you been threatened with an eraser, Parks? Should I call the councilor?" On the other hand though, why the fuck with an eraser, and how??? He must be bluffing, as per usual. Dumb jocks and their sweet asses...
"Hey, dude, dude dude dude, pay attention, this is important, got it?" Logan bobbed his head lazily, already tired of the conversation. "Yeah, yeah. So, what type of dirt were ya even looking for, anyway?" Taking a deep breath, Kingston donned a pained smile. "For the last time, any dirt is good. I wanna see what freaky shit he's into, ya' know? Find a way to get under his skin." Kingston stood up straight, beginning to pace oddly. "Ya' know, I don't torture citizens often, but when I do, I want it to be-" King spread his hands out wide in an excited fashion, "-absolutely SPECTACULAR!" Logan stiffened a bit, remembering why King had supposedly moved here in the first place. Kingston Parks was no nobody, based on his unlimited amount of 'buddies' and riches and looks, but his background could've said otherwise. Attempting to dig dirt up on the kid was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack, you're not gonna find nothin'. But the one thing everybody knew but wouldn't say, was that King could be crazy scary when he wanted.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Logan spoke up. "Hey, no going overboard, okay? Kids probably just crazy. Lord knows we have tons of em'. Just go easy on him, K? We don't want a repeat of-" Kingston Parks slammed his fist on the plastic table faster than Piggy Kells could hyperventilate. "Hey, you're fucking cool, Logan Ferr, but if you say what I thought you were about to say, I'll knock you down faster than Peter Sapp when he ran into that door on Tuesday." Regaining is senses, Kingston snapped his fingers three times. In a flash, there was a bright smile on his face and a bounce in his step as he neared the door. "I'm sorry, Ferr, bout' going off on ya', but you understand, right man? It's just a touchy topic for me, okay?" Kingston spoke slowly, as if talking to a frightened doe. Releasing an goofy laugh, Kingston turned for the door, grasping the knob. "Hey, but I'd appreciate it if ya'd give me the info by Friday, if possible, okay?" Logan nodded carefully, knowing once King showed signs of his crazy, that the possibilities of it showing up again later in the day were as high as Peter Sapp, when he was stoned out of his mind on Tuesday and fell flat on his ass after running into a door. "See ya later, Ferr!" Kingston Parks twisted the knob and walked out just as the bell rang. Logan Ferr was left alone to collect his thoughts and dirt on Max West. Taking a deep breath, he sat down at the chunky computer. He just could not wait for the hours of endless scrolling.
Eyyyyy that's it bitches
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Have a good day/night, dudes
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Random(How do u write a description lmaooo) This will probably be about a kid names Logan Ferr and his "adventures" and "scuffles" with everyone's friend, Kingston Parks.
