this is us , shay

chapter II : *RXSSI'S POV*

Wow, bruh, fucking wow. Moosa got my ass kicked the fuck outta here. And for no apparent reason! She kicked me out cause I couldn't find my gat damned homework. I was so sure I packed it in. What tf is happening?! I mean, I was really sure that I packed it in, because even mí abuela watched me pack my shit in, unless-

"No. no. no. no. NO. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD." I exclaimed loudly, luckily only enough for a now sleepy, but irritated Shay to hear me unwillingly. It then hits me. Sensing panic in my eyes and reading my mind as well as body language, Sleeping Beauty (Shay) said THEE seven words I never wanted to hear, EVER. "My dahling Shay, could it be that-"

Shay stopped me abruptly. "Yes, yes it is." Oh no. Oh hell to the mothafuckin no. It couldn't possibly be. I don't have those things called feelings. "I think you have feelings for Angela." The next thing I knew, my dahling Shay was running over to me from across the room, because I think I was hyperventilating. That's when I felt myself falling. I fainted. That's when everything went black.

Thirty minutes later, only between 10 and 15 minutes late for English with Mrs. February. Yessss. This meant I could sleep, hella easy. I was *just* about to get some good ass shut-eye, when none other than Shay fucking Charles himself wakes me up. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm so going to shoot this dude. I don't care if he's my bestfriend. He knows better than to interrupt me while I'm sleeping. The fuck.

Boy, was I irritated. To even say that I was irritated, was an understatement. I was fucking livid. "Ayyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee Charles, what was soooooooooo fucking important that yah had to interrupt my shut-eye. C'mon man, you my bestfriend. You know me inside and out. You also know better than to interrupt me while I'm sleeping. So wassssssssssssup. Wuss the bloody fucking emergency?" My words came out a wee bit more sarcastic than I had intended.

"Bestie, we need to talk," Dahling Shay said with a half-serious, half-laughing tone. Being besties and all, sometimes even I couldn't tell whether or not dude was being serious. But I knew exaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaactly what he wanted us to talk about. I rolled my eyes, rubbed my temples and pinched the bridge of my nose, preparing myself for what was about to come. Here we go.

"Twin, is this about what happened in Maths class? I barely even remember the half of it. Do school me." I said, hella nervous with what he was about to respond. "Yes, Twin, gladly. At first you were idiotically stressing about the fact that Moosa kicked yah out, due to not being able to find your homework, like the fucking idiot that you are." Really, nigga, really? I simply rolled my eyes. "All I asked for, was for you to tell me what happened in Maths. What I didn't ask for, was for you to go all Martin Luther King Jr on me. The fuck," I wailed sarcastically, yet again.

"Alright, alright, chill out Angela. I was just messin witchu." "Finally you're fuckin getting somewhere with-" I stop and pause, realising what he'd said. "Nigga, did you- did you just call me Angela?!" I enquired angrily. My anger very quickly subsidised when Shay tackled me to the ground and started tickling me, out of fucking nowhere. I screamed while laughing (and partially crying) because Shay was tickling me so damn hard, a bitch's sides began to hurt slightly. He noticed there was something I was hiding in my left hand and, like the nosy bitch he is, tried to scramble it open.

"Twin, open up ya left hand real quick. Ya dumbass better not be hiding something, you know how easily I can tell you're lying-" Twin was looking at me with such certainty. As fuckin if I'd let him find out. I, out of nowhere, starting laughing and acting a fool. I quickly stop. Now he for sure knows I'm lying. "Way to blow your cover, you fucking twat,"  I thought to myself. "-You start cackling, exaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaactly just like that. You sound like if the Wicked Witch of the West and Doofenshmirtz had a damn dragon baby, like Donkey from Shrek." I laughed at the way he made those references about all our fave cartoons.

I was still sitting on the floor, for some weirdly odd reason. Tweedle Dee crouched down to the level I was at, cause I was sitting down. (Yes, I'm Tweedle Dum.) "Tell me, Tweedle Dum, before I tickle you againnnnnn," Shay said in this weird ass sing-song voice. "No, Donkey, I will not tell you." I retorted back, mocking his sing-song voice. I internally laughed at the amount of nicknames we had for each other.

"Aight bet, R, you still wanna test me? Now's your last chance to back out..." He dragged along, still using that stupid sing-song voice of his. I have gotta get him to staaaaaaaahhhhhhppppp. It's so fucking irritating. "Yeah, yeah, I'm finna test you, S. I'm finta fuckin toast yo ass like I do when you make me angry," I said laughing. I, then for some odd reason, pushed him slightly backwards, causing him to lose his footing. He flapped about lookin like a damn fool, trying so damn hard not to lose his footing.

S fell backwards, then forwards, then backwards, then forwards, then backwards, then forwards one last time before falling on me. "Aye, quit falling on me, you're going to-" He abruptly cut me off before crashing dem smooth ass lips on mine. He licked my bottom lip, wanting to gain a bit more access to my tongue. I nodded, smiling like a damn fool into the kiss. He picked me up off the floor, trying to stand as well. Pulling away briefly, this damn fool starts to lose his footing again. "Wow, nigga, you clumsy asf," I thought to myself. A whole ass New Year's Eve bash mixed with Coachella, along with a splash of Valley of Lights was going on in my head. THE FUCK.

WHAT TF IS GOING ON?!?!?!?!?!?! DID I JUST GET KISSED BY MY FUCKIN BESTFRIEND?!?!?!?!?!?! Bruhhhhhh, when I tell you a bitch was mad confused, A BITCH WAS MAD CONFUSED. If anything else he's done for me hasn't totally ignited my absolutely hidden feelings for My Dahling Twin Shay, this sure did. AND TO MY FUCKIN SUPRISE, A BITCH KISSED BACK!!!! Plus she was damn good too, if not absolutely AHMAYZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.

Shay looked at me like I was the fuckin fourteen year old version of Queen Elizabeth II. "Aight, ya fourteen-year-old, beautiful-young-and-black version looking headass of Queen Elizabeth II, I gotta release the Nile River. Be back soon, though. Don't miss me too much," He walked away smiling at me, like a total idiot. I don't think he realised this, because as soon as I start to continue with my homework, I hear one loud ass thud coming from the front of the classroom. Which, to my absolute non-suprise, was Shay walking into the door.

I then shouted this: "Aye, Shay! Just cause you my bestfriend, don't mean you ain't a headass!" Shay chuckled lightly to himself as he walked out the door, clutching his face tightly in his hands. We were one funny, intimidating, smart, hardworking and don't forget to mention weird ass pair. "Das exactly how I like it, though," I thought to myself, chuckling, just like Shay did.