TROLL the WORLD (boYxboY)

1. Come At Me Bro

CIRCUS AFRO CIRCUS AFRO POKKA DOT POKKA DOT POKKA DOT AFRO!!!!!!

Welcome to the very first chapter of 'TROLL the WORLD!' 

There are plenty of seats, so pick one, shut up, and sit down! The show is about to start. 

But first, before I begin, I would like to advice people not to attempt anything you will see tonight or in the future in this story. Everything is preformed by professionals, and with lots of practise and equipment. If you do attempt anything you see here today, i will not be held responsible to any harm or damage that will come from it. Because i warned you not to do it, and if you ingore a warning then that's your own fault!

XP Okay, so, now that that's over. Sit back, relax, and prepare to be amazed!

ENJOY!

NATHAN

It's hot!

H.O.FREAKINGMONKEYFACEZOIDALLASWEATINGSOMUCHI'MGETTINGARASH.T!

Moses, my GBBFPF, was standing on top of my bed flapping his arms like a chicken, literally.

“Chicken Run?” I asked from my laid back easy going position in a bean bag on the floor in the middle of our dorm room, under the air-conditioning vent. Is it coincidence that my best friend and I happened to get the same room at the same boarding school? The Emerald Boarding School For Boys. Or is it the fact we both bribed the principal into letting us swap with the dork I had before? Who knows, maybe it's just one of those things that can't be explained...

“No,” Mozzy smirked, still bouncing and flapping. Charades was his favourite game, and he hated that I knew him so well I could guess it right away. Today I wasn't interested, so I was having trouble getting it.

“Chicken Little?” I offered, I wasn't even sure if that's what it was actually called but, oh well.

“Nope,” Moses chuckled, popping the p. He was happy to be winning for once.

“What then?” I groaned, running my hands back through my black hair. It was fluffy, and spiky, and always a mess, the way I liked it, but today it was sticky and flat from the heat.

“You have to guess,” Mozzy laughed, “That's the whole point, Nate.” I lifted my eyebrows at him, playing with my bottom lip with my thumb and forefinger.

“It's definitely avian right?” I asked for confirmation. Mozzy nodded, still circling, jumping and flailing his arms about.

Moses was lean, but strong, stronger than me. And he was slightly taller than me too. He had light brown hair that he gelled all over the place, and last month I helped him dye the tips bright green.

He was wearing a grey Nirvana jumper today, with tight black skinny jeans and his black and yellow Batman converses. Hot, even if I say so myself.

Mozzy and I had the same sort of dress sense. I was wearing my favourite green skinny jeans with a mickey mouse belt, and my Joker converse. Moz had snake bites, I had an eyebrow piercing. Moses had spiky gelled brown and green hair, I had floppy, fluffy, messy black hair with a huge purple stripe down the middle. Damn, we got style. So alike, but neither the same.

We're both really strong and experts in martial arts too. We're ninjas.

“Rio?” I yawned, scratching my chin. I need to shave before we go down to lunch or the teachers will kill me. They were already on our case enough about our hair, clothes and piercings, no need to get more detentions before the term even starts.