The Animal House gets quiet when Luna and Colson walk in. Which is completely weird. Not to mention, TOTALLY out of character for these loud ass fools.
"Watcha talkin' bout, Guyssss?" Luna asks with a sly smile as she hops up on the kitchen island, Colson's leaning in the doorway watching them all.
"She's such a fucking cunt." He laughs to himself as she teases his friends.
"Nothing." Rook, Slim, Benny and Baze say in unison.
"You sure... " Luna coaxes. "You sure you're not bored and wanna help me record a song about it?" She grins deviously at them, reaching for the joint Benny's passing her.
"What 'chou got?" Slim asks her mischievousness.
"Oooohhh!!" Luna exhales and hops off the counter with an evil grin. Pulling up a chair, Colson is right beside her. "IT'S fucking meeeeean." She laughs. "I just can't pull it together with the instruments I know how to play though. I need you guys to make me a beat, or three, if you don't mind."
"Three???" Slim asks with his eyes wide.
"Yeah, I need a something short and hitting, something dance and poppy and than a dark EDM drop. I want them to all feel kinda dark and electronic... You know what I mean?" She asks turning to Baze, who nods knowingly.
"Wait." Slim cuts in. "We dropping a diss track or a slaughter house?" He asks with a smirk, making a little laugh escape from Luna.
"Oh. I'm gonna fucking murk this bitch." She grins at Slim with a firm eye.
"MY GIRL!!" Rook throws her an elbow from across the table as Luna of course meets it to everyone's laughter.
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In the studio, Luna, Colson, Slim, Rook and Baze play around with different beats, tones and sounds; trying to figure out what's in Luna's head. She shocks them all but Colson when she rails an Add. They've never seen her bump ANYTHING before.
"We got a record to cut and a video to shoot." She says to Rook's wide eyes.
"We're shooting a video too!??" He asks in disbelief.
"Yup. Me and you. One take. One shot. Like em all." She throws him another elbow, grinning.
Rook matches her elbow and grin. Always impressed by Colson's LunaTic. They're each other's favorite.
Luna shows them what she wants through her lyrics as she tries to replicate one of the beats that's rolling around in her head. "Ba-ba-da-da-da-ba-ba-da-da-da" She bangs out on the table. Baze gets her. Again.
Slim, Luna and Baze communicate really well when it comes to beats and music. The three of them figuring out what she wants quicker than expected. Following Luna's lead with her lyrics, vocals and speed, they feel like they nail the three beats she has in mind.
Feeling beyond confident. She jumps onto Colson. Wrapping her legs around him tightly, pussy pressed against his belly, kissing his passionately.
"Ready to watch me to kill this fucking bitch?" She asks with a cocky smile, sliding down him; Colson slaps Luna's ass as he and Rook follow her into the booth.
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Luna knows EXACTLY what she wants. It's her in the booth with a metal chair, a pack of cigarettes, Rook and a camera. A shirtless Colson can be found in the back corner of the frame on Rook's drum kit. Luna still has on the same white T and cuttoffs as earlier. Tattoos blazing. She's going for nothing less than RAW and authentic.
Slim is in her ear. Colson in her heart. Their music in her air.
The beat starts playing in the booth. Luna warming her voice up over the opening track. Rook starts rolling as she lights a cigarette. Leaning her elbows on her thighs, she exhales before jumping on the beat. She doesn't sing. Her words are direct. Slicing through the beat with her own melody. Rook's snapping his fingers, keeping with Luna's tempo.
🎼I heard
Your lit-tle
Song
Begging
My boyfriend
To please
Leave me
Alone
Have to
Tell the True Story
Sorry, Bleta
But, No🎶
The bass falls out with Colson's drums and Rook's snap. Leaving only Luna's voice. Which drops emotionlessly.
"He won't."
Luna glares at the lens, inhaling and exhaling smoothly before the next set of lyrics. Blowing her smoke at Rook and the camera, still leaned in. Titling her head up, daring look on her face. Shoulders bouncing with her legs to the curt beat.
🎶Thought we
Discussed this
On the Air
I tried to
Under-stand
To be fair
Listening
When
Mom-Mom
Told me
Dear
Always🎶
The music drops again to showcase Luna's disdain. Rook pulling in close to her face as she sneers. As he pulls back she grins and blows out a cloud of smoke with her words.
"Take the High Road."
A poppy, dance tune kicks in for the chorus. Luna squaring up in her seat. Back straight. Head and body bobbing with each beat cut. Still glaring. A snarl to her lip.
🎶But you're that Tough type
Gotta Run Your Mouth type
Not Know When To Chill type
Really Want My Guy type🎶
Cocking her head again, she antagonizes the lens. Zoning in as if she's speaking to Bleta. Warning her directly.
🎶I'm not THAT type
I'm the lift you up type
No need to drag you
Down type
Always give
My hand type🎶
Luna drawls out over the beat with another drag. Eyes sharper than daggers. Lips stained with the blood of her enemies.
🎶Yeah, I'm THAAAAT type🎶
"BUT."
The beat stops before it starts to dance as she floats over the melody. Direct and daring with her words. Murderous with her deep blue eyes.
🎶I'm not just thaaaat type🎶
The beat then cuts back into its original bump. Staring hard into Rook's lens, elbows leaned on her thighs again. Luna speaks with a firm melody in her voice.
🎶I don't
Like that you
Hit Him
With dirty tones
Would dig it
If you
Left him alone
Completely
Stop Snapping
Because you look
Silly🎶
"When he shows me on his phone."
Luna snarls, leaning back against the chair, taking a drag. Exhaling as the beat lightens for her again. Coming back into Rook and the camera before continuing to ride the beat. Her words hit as she bobs like a boxer waiting for her knock out round.
🎶Focus
On what's
In your
Control
Your plat-form
Could be
Incred-ible
Instead of
Being
So Hate-filled
I'm telling you
Rexha🎶
Luna calls her issue out by name over only Rook's snaps and Colson's light drums. Not one to mince words. She's direct.
"Just move on."
Luna takes a long drag of her cigarette before dropping it and stomping it beneath her Doc. Never losing sight of the lens. Or Bleta in her mind as the poppy chorus kicks back in. Luna squares up again with a straightened back. Body bouncing in her seat to the music while her voice flawlessly taunts her component. Hips rocking to the beat.
🎶Don't think your
That Tough type
Just Gonna Run
Your Mouth type
Don't Know How
To Chill type
Think You'll Get
My Guy type🎶
Rolling her fingers. She lays in. Bouncing snidely to the beat.
🎶Cuz I ain't That type
I'm the Warn
You Once type
Then Fuck
You Up Twice type
With Me There Ain't
NO Thrice type🎶
Luna glides in. Knees on elbows. Daring Whomever. She doesn't give a FUCK. This is not only a warning to BeBe but anyone else who wants to climb out of Colson's sexual woodwork.
🎶Yeah, I'm THAT Baaaaad Type🎶
"Duh."
She spits out with a laugh. The catchy dance beat picks back up as Luna coos, swirling in the metal chair. Glaring still, now with her devilish smile. Yellow Ring of Fire burning brightly in her eyes.
🎶Yeah, I'm THAAAAAT type🎶
The perky beat stops. She perfectly lights another cigarette during the silence. A hard, hollow EDM bass line follows her cold voice.
🎶You want him really bad
But He don't want you back🎶
Luna rides this change in melody quickly, like a snotty girl on her bike. Cigarette hanging from her mouth.
🎶Even if I'm not at home.🎶
The EDM bass drops in again. She inhales. Leaving the cigarette in her mouth as she dispenses her lyrics with her smoke.
"Don't have to be scared of me."
Luna giggles. Inhaling again, she pulls the cigarette from her lips before she heartlessly spits the next lines. Exhaling her nastiness.
🎶When I dropped this rhyme
I came from behind
And slit your fucking throat🎶
The bass hits as she takes another drag. Unfazed. Relentless.
🎶Oh, I'm THAT type🎶
Exhaling through the lyrics, Luna scoffs into the camera. Her pretty smile cocked into a sneer. Blue eyes like glowing bombs.
"HA!"
Taking one last drag before dropping and stomping it out too. Still glaring, elbows resting on her thighs. She exhales the words
🎶THAT Fucking Bad type🎶
She giggles with a snarl as she lets the beat ride her out like the cunt she is. Smoke billowing. Personal intimacy overtaking the booth as she shoots a kiss towards the camera with an unflinching expression as Rook cuts them out.
🎶💋SMOOCH💋🎶
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Once she gets the nod from Rook and hears that they're good from Slim, Luna kisses Rook loudly on the cheek. Putting her forehead against his, she sincerely thanks him. Grabbing Colson by his shirt, she drags him out of the booth and studio with her.
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Shoving Colson into the downstairs bathroom, Luna's a maniac. She's kissing him all over his face and neck. Pulling his clothes off. Kissing his chest. Biting his nipples.
"What about your period??" Groaning in pleasure, he asks both confused and excited.
"I don't fucking care." She pants between sloppy kisses, reaching to turn the shower on. "I want you. NOW."
Luna shoves him into the warm shower before she drops her shorts and panties. Popping her tampon out, she closes the toilet lid. Climbing in behind him, she pushes him towards the water and bends over against the far wall. Not one to fight fucking her, he slides inside her slowly and completely willingly. Both are careful not to wet her shirt and shoulder. They moan from missing the other. Adjusting to make him fit. Head buzzing and full of his cock, Luna slams hard into him once he's fully inside.
"Who's your fucking girlfriend?" She demands while fucking him steadily.
"YOU!" He moans, thrusting into her sweet pussy, loving her aggression.
"Say my fucking NAME!!" She demands.
Warm water bounces off of his back while they fuck each other relentlessly. One hair pull, an angry song and his husky LUNA has them both cumming quickly.
"OOOHHH, FUUUUUCKKKK!!" They cry out together in pure pleasure.
Colson leans back into Luna. Husking into her ear how he loves her. She meets his and anties it with a side face kiss before he rinses them both clean.
Drying off and pulling her panties and shorts back on, she's smart enough to have stashed tampons and stuff around his house. While she's washing her hands, he pulls her close to admire her. Smiling wide.
"What?" She asks with a tiny smile through the mirror.
"I'm telling you... Freestyle battle. You'd fucking kill it." He states while kissing her.
"Shut the fuck up." She laughs, kissing him back.
Pushing him out of the small, steamy bathroom, she flushes the toilet behind her. Laughing together as they leave the sweet smell of their love lingering behind them.
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Back in the studio, it's a fucking wreak. Shit is all over the tables and everything else from the GNARLY session they just pulled. They are truly gross human beings. Artistic but fucking gross.
Slim has the video on the big screen though. They all sit and watch it together. Luna on Colson's lap.
The beat is flawless. Just as Luna imagined. She's so fucking grateful and proud of The Boys for understanding her. Luna is direct, unforgiving, diabolical and naturally sexy as fuck in the video just as Colson knew she'd be. It's raw, fierce and cuts to the bone. Rook showcasing how with only a chair and cigarettes, Luna and her words are a force to be reckoned with. He's super proud of them both.
Slim and Baze are shocked by her authentic hardness. They've both seen her throw down. They were both involved in the creation of Bad Things and Nightmare. Yet, it's only now that they begin to realize with real eyes just how brutal Luna's mind and mouth are as weapons in themselves.
Rook and Luna beam at each other. Standing up, he squeezes her tight as she thanks him to his appreciation. That's his homie and his first directing gig. He knew his job would be easy and that she had that shit the moment she sat in that chair and stared into his eye through the lens.
"Yo!! You went hard as FUCK, LunaTic!! I can't believe you said BOTH her names. You're a fucking beast!!" Slim exclaims laughing.
"Thanks... But she caught that shit on her own." Luna giggles dismissively. "So, drop that motherfucker." Her tone changes as she directs Slim with a snide confidence. "All over The fucking Internet. Make sure to hit it with #THATtype and #THATBrooklynBitch" Those are the first words she's ever said that have Colson shocked. "Make sure you credit yourselves on it too... And bill this WHOLE fucking thing to Charles Ward!" She yells out. "I'm on that bitch ass lable for another 16days. Bleed 'em fucking DRYYYYYY!!!" She laughs. "ROOK!!!! It's your motherfucking directorial debut!!!"
"There's MY girl." Colson laughs. Solidifying the notion that Luna ALWAYS has a reason to her antics.
"Ahhhh. While you're at it... Will you drop this too, please?" She asks, handing a flashdrive to Slim.
Colson asks her what it is. She gives him a playful smile, making her blue eyes dance as she shrugs out the words Our Bad Things. He knows THAT One Look. She did what was ASKED. Only HER way. It's another reason why he loves her crazy ass.
It's a compilation of every picture she's taken or has been taken of them over their time together. It runs as they sing the entirety of the song over them. It's incredibly simple and intimate all at the same time.
"You like it?" She asks Colson.
"I fucking love it!!!" He tells her, pulling her close to tangle his tongue inside her happy mouth.
"We good?" Slim asks before he uploads both.
"DO IT." Colson and Luna say in unison.
Laughing as he pulls her in to kiss her. Neither caring who's gonna be pissed. There's no one else in Their World but Colson and Luna.
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A few hours later Luna has to finally fuck with her phone to upload anything herself. She's been avoiding it more than usual today ever since Bleta declared her Bullshit. Her Twitter is LIVE. For the first time ever Luna's trending and it's not all positive. EVERYONE and their twin sister having their own insightful opinion into The MGK Love Triangle.
"What.The.FUUUCK." She thinks annoyed after reading a few theories. All she wants to do is crawl into a hole or scream for The World to keep her name out of It's FUCKING Mouth. Either will do but neither possible.
Luna uploads both videos to YouTube, shoots a link through Twitter and shuts her phone OFF. There's still tons of Snaps, texts and emails to deal with. Making Luna hate The Interwebs.
"No." She thinks grabbing a beer. Already irritated, she leans herself against Colson for a moment.
Feeling her anxiety race through his own body, Colson dips his chin down to double check that Luna's okay. She is. Just overwhelmed. After a kiss and a little snuggle she finally picks her phone back up. Only turning it ON to send texts to whomever she chooses. As always. Then OFF it goes again.
Luna hits up Seacrest. Sending him a personal file of THAT Type with a message of it being his fucking exclusive; that IF he gets it into rotation that the BULLSHIT he pulled will be forgiven but not forgotten. To drop it. Everywhere. Noting the hashtags. Another goes to Diddy; linking the Bad Things video, telling him to schedule promos and to let her know what's up so that she can link her calendar. The next is to Charles. It's another copy of THAT Type and a link to the video. A gift, if you will. She also tells him Nightmare is booked for SNL. Knowing he'll be pleased with the news, she signs the email with a Go Fuck Yourself.
"Fuck a song. Imma catch this Bitch." Luna's head bobs. She's next to Colson on the couch in his studio.
Colson notices she's still antsy. He fires her up a joint. Handing it to her with a kiss, he promises her that Francis Farmer Just Got Her Day.
"FUUUUCCCKK. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I COULD I LOVE AND HATE HIM ALL AT THAT THE SAME FUCKING TIME. EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DO!???" Climbing back into his lap, she kisses him a zillion times. Mind baffled by his awesome reference but not really because he's THAT cool. Only being annoyed by her indifference to Nirvana... "What the Fuuuuuccckkk... " Her mind screams... "I HATE him and I love him and he's so fucking weirdly perfect!!" Intoxicated off drugs, life and more importantly Colson Baker, Luna totally gets it with Bleta. Luna knows she wouldn't fucking let Colson go for shit either... "Im pretty sure we're different though... " She thinks. "Buuutttt... No one ever fucking knows how someone else takes shit though... " Luna's heart softens. She knows it sucks to love someone and them another. Sometimes Luna forgets she's not 16yrs old anymore though. "She did come at you in public... And crass." She reminds herself. Sighing. No matter how much empathy Luna may have, facts are facts and the girl crossed a major fucking line... Sighing again, Luna knows there's a toll that needs to be paid. "God fucking Damn her." Luna thinks, wishing Bleta woulda just been normal and sought her out. This public shit annoys Luna. To.The.Core. She'd rather just fistfight like Bitches in the Street. Thinking to herself... "I'm pretty sure I heard Nix say Bleta's from fucking BROOKLYN..!??!!! Ooohhh. Let it be. You can't turn down a street call out when you from NY... " Luna's wheels are always turning.