In Search Of - A Childish Gambino story

Chapter 3: Chance's date

This chapter is actually really cool to my co-writer and I. Vic Mensa read this one and said it was "crazy" - which he later said was a good thing lmao. Enjoy.

Chance

I laid peacefully asleep in my big cloud of a bed. I was basically in a ball, one arm under my pillow, my hands in loose fists. It was how I slept every night - basically, like a big ass baby. The sun slowly crept across my face before seeping under my eyelids and waking me up. I sat up, stretched, and looked around. My eyes were still adjusting as my ears searched for noise. There was none. It was strangely quiet, and I couldn't believe that none of my friends had come in my room to wake me up. 

Scratching my head, I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I marched down the stairs, my basketball shorts bouncing with every movement. "James?" I called, in a sing-song voice. As I completed my trip down the stairs, I spotted James reading on the couch.

"Hello, Chance." he said, his accent soft and friendly.

"Hi," I said. "Where is everyone?"

James sighed and pointed towards the patio. I hesitated to walk over to the sliding door, before pulling it open and being bombarded by the three loud ass voices I was searching for earlier.

"Nigga, no," Vic yelled. "Let me see this shit, you gotta throw it like this!"

I looked around for them, before something told me to look up. "What the fuck are ya'll doing?!" I yelled. Nate, Vic and Oreo stared down at me from the roof. I used my hand as a sun visor, squinting my eyes.

"If ya'll don't get ya ugly asses down from my roof..." I groaned, shaking my head at them.

"Nigga, we havin' fun!" Oreo said, mocking a little girl's voice and swaying his hips from left to right. I couldn't help but laugh at him, but quickly straightened back up.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"Throwin' shit." Nate said, chewing his gum like a damn horse.

"Oh my God..." I massaged the bridge of my nose. "Get down, please."

They all groaned like mischievous boys getting in trouble with the principal, before climbing down. They jumped down onto the patio one by one.

"How come you don't wanna be childish with us no more, Chancelor?" Vic said.

"I do, guys, but...you know. I'm trying to mature. Just a little." I flashed a smirk, putting emphasis on 'little' with my fingers.

"Since when?" Nate laughed.

"He has a crush." Oreo interrupted.

"It's not a crush, I just-"

"Nah, nigga, it's a crush."

I walked off of the patio and into the kitchen, but Nate followed behind me.

"Who is she?" he asked.

"None of your damn business." I said, drinking a bottle of water.

"He saw her at some party and been sprung ever since." Vic laughed. He had an ingenious way of making everything he said sound like he was making fun of you.

I took a deep breath. "Don't tweak, nigga. I just think she's bad." I shrugged.

"Show me!" Nate said.

I hesitated, sitting up on the kitchen counter and swinging my legs. I pulled up her Instagram page soon after, though. I turned my phone to face them all.