-BLAKE-
I'm walking past the same old ass building. The same old ass People everywhere, the same cold ass air and the same old ass road.... -Yeah, everything is an ass.-
I feel anxious for no fucking reason! Just because I haven't been in school for some days... I saw her hanging out with that Fucking blonde asshole! I decided to take distance, incase they get together... It won't hurt me, right? I mean it's not like I give a fuck to whatever she's doing! She's a fool if she goes for him or Johnson, instead of me. Does she actually know, what she would be missing if she does?
-Shit! I'm fucking done with her!-
Now to my question, what the fuck am I doing in the Central Park Lake? I glance over to the green huge board: 'The Ramble'
A little brat runs infront of me and looks cheerful, running around with a 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle' action figure in his right hand. "Catch me if you can! Stupid Steve!" -His contiguous laughter reminds me of fucking Johnson.- He has curly black hair and dark brown eyes.
Another boy comes running after him. They both look the same, only that the other one is dead ass pissed and stomps all the way towards the other brat. "GIVE ME MICHAELANGELO BACK!!! STEPHEN! I SWEAR, I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR LEGS IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT BACK NOW!"
I'm assuming they are brothers.
Stephen is running for his damn life and Steve is rampage chasing him. -I'm just watching, incase Stephen trips over his own feet and Steve catches him and really breaks his legs... What? This is just as exciting as the UFC fights. -
Kinda reminds me of Johnson and I, when we were 12 years old. I was always the one chasing him and he would always run miles further than I would. I used to hate the fact that he's always steps ahead of me, but that makes us, us. Both of us were good and bad at some things. I was good at acting, he was bad at acting. I was good at climbing, he was bad at climbing. He was faster and I was slower. He had full points in tests and I would always miss 1 or 2 points before. But that doesn't matter now, I am still better looking than him. It's a true fact. -Why the fuck am I even thinking about this?!-
I shake my thoughts off and lay down on the meadow near the lake. I close my eyes and imagine being in my own world. -Gosh, I forgot how good it feels like, laying in the middle of nowhere. The breeze running through your whole body, the light sunbeams warming you up that don't burn you and listening to the birds chirping. It feels like you're the only Person in the world, as you shut the whole crowd out. I could live in a world like that. No problems, no stress and no more pain... -
"Blake!" Tyler 's fucking annoying voice even haunts me in my own thoughts. -Gahh.. give me a break for once...-
Another annoying ass voice calls my name. "Blake, man. What ya doin' here?" -Why the bloody hell are Tyler's and Ryder's voices in my peaceful world?!-
I forcefully open my eyes and spot the ugly twins, bowed infront of me. Their disgusting faces makes me wanna punch them. -Okay, they don't look bad at all and have a lot of admires, however I'd still love to feel their faces on my fists.- "The fuck you doing here?! Are you stalking?!" I hastily stand up and put my hoodie up.
They exchange grins. "What if we did?" Tyler, the childish and youngest for some minutes of them both, speaks out.
I send him a glare and put my hands to my hoodie pocket. "I'd cut your non-existening dick off." Tyler frowns and Ryder laughs out loud. - I'm getting impatient. First, they appear in my world. Second, they wake me up to pull up low fucking jokes. And Thirdly, it pisses me off.-
Ryder stops laughing, since Tyler and I aren't joining him. He clears his throat and then finally looks serious at me. "We found out that there's an illegal Underground fight club underneath Fear Streets bridge. Jason, a friend of mine, told me that a lot of gang member's from different states come to fight every day. It's a Mixed Martial Arts game role. Everyone has their own special fightingstyle. From Boxing to Judo. The only thing you aren't not allowed use are weapons. No groin attack and no biting. Anything else is open-" He looks so fascinated as he talks and if I'm not mistaken, tries to imress me.
"Get to the point. Don't waste my time with your rambling." I coldy bark back. -The sooner he's done, the better and I can peacefully lay back down.-
Tyler glances over to Ryder and nods. It's a 'Carters' thing. They nod at each other, it's like a secret communication. "We found out that Johnson and Clarke are having their secret basement in there."
If I were a comic character right now, the maker of mine would've drawn a lightning bulb above my head. The thoughts of having both of them in a fight, makes me come up with an idea. -Since we didn't finish our fight in the restaurant 2 weeks ago, we should finish it in the ring. 'No disturbance, no excuses and only revenge!'-
"Wonderful, fucking wonderful... Gather Miguel and the others. Then lead us to that place." I grin back and they victoriously scream.
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-RAVEN-
I sneeze making Evelyn glare at me. I give her an innocent smile and clear my throat. -Geez, who the hell is thinking about me?!-
"Dad?" Simba asks, in hope he'll answer. "Dad, c'mon. You gotta get up. Dad."
"Why are we watching 'The Lion King' again? We've watched it multiple of times already!" Troy whines as he sits slouchy on the leather seat and has a bucket of nachos in his right hand.
I nudge my elbow at him. "Keep quiet! Simba is on his emo-phase right now."
He clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth playfully then grins, before starring back at the screen. As he places another nacho to his mouth, a loud cracking voice over covers Simba's and Scar's voices.
"SHHHH!!!" Evelyn places one finger on her pursed lips and narrows her eyes at Troy.
He widens his eyes and lifts his hands up innocently. "I did nothing. I just ate-"
"SHHHH!!!" Evelyn repeats again and rolls her eyes.
"Bruh, You can't even eat when you're around her." He murmurs and places the bucket to the table.
I look over to Amanda. She looks extremely focused on the screen. I remember her cheerful smile. -Gosh, this woman...- I know I should be focused as well and enjoy our first movie night, but fuck I can't. She grins, laughs and tears up a bit, during the movie. -She's damn cute, I can't release my eyes off her.-
"Ey! Little bro!" Lance's annoying voice makes me pay attention to him. He throws a handfull of popcorn at me, as soon as I glare at him.
-Ah shit. I forgot that he was here too. For some reasons, he pops out at the worst timings and annoys me even more. This little shit, doesn't he have any other friends?-
"Got the 'bubbyflys', huh?" His smirk irritates me.
Evelyn looks over to Lance and smiles. "You mean 'butterflies'."
"Whatever those flying things are, yeah." He rolls his eyes, making it easier for me to kick him aside. "E-ey!" He loses balance a bit, but manages to hold his popcorn tight. "Watch out, will ya! This are popcorns, man. Popcorns!"
"Shut the fuck up, Frederick Rufus Bartholomew." I grin and Troy cracks out a hilarious laughter, but soon covers his mouth with one hand as Lance shoots him a glare. Amanda raises an eyebrow, looking like we have boogers and snots on our faces.
My siblings and I laugh out loud, making the 21 year old frown and shooting dead glares at each one of us.
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