//------------------------------// // Chapter 16: Aftermath, Changelings, and Diss // Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony // by Angrywritingskills //------------------------------// The next few days were mainly spent on my feet travelling all over the place with Darius or Eight as he’s called by others who don’t know him personally since his stage name is 8-set. We travelled with the tour as he said. It was basically a whole gathering of artists in the hip hop genre that were travelling around Equestria. They were sticking to Equestria so that means that I’m still in the country that can find me guilty for murder. But I guess as long as I stay anonymous and hidden they’ll never find me even if they find evidence to convict me. Speaking of murder, everything that’s happened recently in the news over Fluttershy has come true to my predictions. I watched the news for as long as I could everyday so I could follow what was happening. So it goes that they pronounced Fluttershy dead at a nearby hospital about an hour after the shot. She died from a disabled heart. Damn that kid’s a good shot. Of course the news reporter broke down along with everyone one else in this fucking world. I remember hearing this bit of the story in a bar that Darius took me too. Everybody in the bar moaned and cried when they made the announcement. Well except for me and Darius which is interesting to me. Anyways after that I heard about all the chaos at Bronycon and how there was basically a stampede and some people got hurt and other things that would be expected of a mass panic. Eventually cops from nearby cities and towns came to stop the panic but on a scale like that it’s hard to have any authority so there were some bad instances but everything turned out okay in the end. Everybody went home okay except for the people that were trampled, assaulted for no reason, pepper sprayed, and asked for information on the subject. Some ponies even got hurt which is more good news for me. There were what, ten confirmed deaths? All children, seven of them ponies. As for the mane six, oops I mean the mane five, they made brief statements and then were shielded from the public eye. Everyone had questions and there were no answers so far. To my relief they haven’t found Daniel yet which is good because, the things they would have put that poor kid through. I mean geez he didn’t do much wrong it was just an accident. It’s like how I’m not responsible for those ten shmushed children. That was the crowd’s fault. One thing I hadn’t thought of was Discord. I kind of forget about him but to my surprise the question on the lips of the bronies were how he was doing. They brought up the point that he’s always had a strong bond with Fluttershy after Keep Calm and Flutter On. They also brought up the fact that he may not cope well with another loss. John De Lancie died of a heart attack some odd years ago and Discord apparently liked the guy so he was saddened about that and had to be comforted. Apparently Fluttershy really helped him get over his loss. After some questioning a spokesperson for the mane five revealed that the location of Discord was unknown. It seems he ran away. This of course led to debate as to what he was doing and some people seem to think he’s out for revenge. Oh shit I’m gunna have to meet that fucking queer in person, again. Actually I’m kind of scared now. Not because I’m afraid of Discord. I mean who is really afraid of a mismatched creature that was probably the son of a gang raped horse dragon creature thing. No seriously they say he’s a draconequus but has anyone really questioned why there’s only one of him? Seriously why give him a specie name if there’s only one of him? The only thing he is; is a sad old fool that somehow is the embodiment of chaotic power. But that’s not really important, I not scared of him I’m scared of his powers. He could strangle me with silly string or turn my organs into musical instruments. It’s like if someone threatened me with a gun, I would be more afraid of getting shot then of the person behind it. Now if that person threatened to beat me up then I would be afraid of that person. Funny how that works, take away the source of power and the real threat is shown. So it goes that Discord is missing, Fluttershy had a humongous funeral, people are mourning and questioning, and there are no answers in sight. Well it has been a week of this so I think it’s safe to say I’m in the clear. Well until they find Daniel but then what’s gunna happen? I’m completely safe and it’s all because of my logically thinking and cautious behavior. Darius had something to do with it too but he’s more of a blessing than a salvation. Speaking of him, he’s been doing well. The tours been set back due to the circumstances but I did get to see him perform. He even dragged me on stage with him once. It was damn nerve racking but I stayed on for most of his performance. He raps well it’s actually quite entertaining and he seems to really bring the stage to life. I’m actually wondering about his state of mind right now. He has a lot of stage presence and I can tell he loves it up there. He becomes a different person and it’s wonderful to see. But what questions me is how he acts to other people off stage. By people I mean ponies. One of the downsides of traveling with him is there are ponies again. I do my best to avoid them but the odd thing is so does Darius. In fact he kind of avoids confrontation with everyone except people I guess he trusts. Gives me assumptions that I hope are correct. I may like him more than I thought. Oh and on an unrelated note but totally friggin important, humans can use magic. No seriously I watched one of the performers do it at that concert. He levitated a mic to their hand with the aura thing around it and everything. That was when I had to leave the stage and take a seat. I had trembled a bit as it happened because that changed everything for me. Eventually after the show I had Darius sit down with me and explain everything. He was actually kind of annoyed with me that I didn’t know this. I mean I know I lived here for about a year but come on I barely went outside to experience it. Truthfully he didn’t know much so when he was finally fed up with my barrage of questions I took to research it. So this human magic works that it’s given by unicorns to the human through some kind of spell. After it’s completed the human has some magic stored inside that can be used to perform spells of their own. Only problem is the magic is pretty weak, only being able to pull off levitation of small objects for a few seconds and there’s no way to train it to become stronger. The only possible way would be to have more magic stored inside but humans can’t handle that and the magic just ceases to work and becomes null. Magic “rights” work that a human can apply for this magic potential by signing up at designated location. You have to pass tests like psychology and a physical to make sure you can handle the privilege and of course there is the processing that goes on behind the scenes. Then you have to pay this outrageous amount of money and then you are in the system to get your magic. Some unicorn bestows it onto a human through some spell. I don’t know what type of unicorn but apparently they have to be pretty advanced in magic which Darius believes there are but it’s unlikely meet one on the street. But there is a catch, there’s always a catch. Human magic is very weak with levitation being the only real magic use. Since someone can only use it for a few seconds that diminishes it for a lot of purposes such as heavy lifting since the object has to be small. This has something to do with humans having no magical appendage like unicorns do. But the worst part is the levitation only reaches as far as a person’s arm can reach, meaning that it is completely worthless since you could just as easily reach for whatever you were trying to get. According to the website I was on there are at least two thousand five hundred people with this new human magic. Two thousand five hundred people that are corrupted indefinitely by ponies. I hope for their sake we don’t ever meet. Gosh I would tear their fucking hearts out and strain their bodies of fluids so at least what’s left over would be pure and untainted. What freaks me out the most is not the human magic thing but that I’ve learned so much in the past weeks that I haven’t known for the seven years ponies has invaded. How much don’t I know about the world I live in? This learning open up so many doors that I didn’t know exist. It’s scary what I haven’t known. It’s like I’ve been living in a dark secluded place with only my memories for a while. Oh wait I have been. Well no more. I’m gunna know Equestria in and out so I won’t have to have any more surprises like humans with magic. As of now I’m sitting in a hotel room looking at the computer screen. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave Equestria since the country has been shut down in an effort to catch the sniper that killed Fluttershy. Also I’m paranoid because I kind of led myself to believe that if I ever am seen by authorities they will read me mind and instantly know my secret. So truthfully I haven’t been leaving Darius’ side, he’s been leaving mine and when he does I retreat to a hidey hole such as that limo and hide. Research on everything Equestrian has really helped me get a better grip on the world I now live in. Sure watching the show helped me but there are things the show never told me and a lot of thing humanity has changed. One example is the changelings. That story is absolutely crazy. So picture this, the changelings don’t really like humans. They can feed off our love so we were technically good for them but the only problem is they really didn’t like humans helping out ponies because they saw that as another enemy, humanity, helping out another enemy, ponies. So of course they start harassing humans so we chase after them. Don’t think we killed any of them, don’t know if that was a plea from ponies or because we didn’t want to kill them, but eventually we trapped Queen Chrysalis and a couple of them in Ghastly Gorge and surrounded her with guns and all other sorts of nasty military hardware. So just as we are about to annihilate them, there is a cease fire because crowds of bronies come to the rescue. Yeah they were following this military convoy and they were pissed. They couldn’t stand that their precious changelings, which were very popular in the fandom, were nuisances that had to be eradicated. But hey that’s how life is but not to bronies. So basically they climbed into the gorge and stood side by side in this cute little display to protect the changelings. Here’s the twist. Apparently bronies had a lot of love for changelings. I mean they had a lot of love for these mutated fucks and, well a miracle happened. Suddenly in that gorge the changelings began to transform and in a flash of light there were ponies. Yeah it was a shock to everyone. Those changeling beasts became full blooded ponies of every kind and the queen became another alicorn who now is part of the government and her changelings are now average pony citizens. Now what pisses me off is that the bronies tried to turn this into some kind of humanitarian, or maybe ponytarinan, learning experience. They wanted to show that with enough love you can bring out the best in someone. Or was it love is the gateway to the heart, okay it was some mushy bullshit like that. But I actually feel sorry for the changelings. Think about it, wouldn’t it be terrible to sacrifice what you are to make everyone else happy? Well that’s what the changelings kind of did. The heart breaking fact is the changelings were basically forced at gunpoint to adapt. It was recorded and I know I must not be the only one to notice they cried out at first when they became to transform. They used to be original and their own thing because that was how they were made to be. It was their destinies to be changeling monsters. Then some meddlers came and they either had to conform or be destroyed. And if I think about it, they were destined to be antagonists so it’s kind of messed up that their originality was taken away and now they’re just like ponies. They were unjustly indoctrinated by feeding off the thing that kept them alive. What a shame. Darius burst through the hotel room door, flustered as he usually is these days. He told me not to worry about it because it was just the stress of being a celebrity getting to him. So I don’t. However it was obvious that today was a pretty stressful day. He’s told me he hates the bustle of it all but he really enjoys the benefits it offers so he stands it. Still I know it helps when he has someone to talk to so I turned off the computer and turned to him. I actually want to find out the deal with his distance from everybody who has four legs or a Wonderbolts hoodie. He stretched for a bit before collapsing into the hotel bed. He exhaled which to me sounded like he was in distress. I need to act. So I promptly jumped on top on him, slamming my body on top of is. “Dawg.” He murmured. “Get the hell off a me!” He shoved me off and I fell to the ground giggling. “Ooo buddy. Got some muscles there.” I smiled getting up from the ground. “Yep. Got some hip hop abs and everything so I could fit my job description.” Darius said sleepily. “You should go to the gym with me next time. We can fix what you got.” “Hey it’s not my fault. You try getting muscles on a diet of pretzels and Mountain Dew.” “I could do it.” Darius smiled. “You’re bitch ass has never worked out in your life.” “Bro we were going to be fucking marines.” I reminded him. “And I used to be able to bench more than you at one time.” “Yeah at one time.” He rolled over. “But then things changed.” “Yeah I ran away.” I don’t want to be a downer or anything but I know I’m the reason Darius is in the position he’s in now. “Not even that.” He said. What’s he talking about? “The real problem is ponies. Fucking fags came unwanted and now we’re here.” Did he just call them fags? “You don’t like them?” I asked. What the hell is this? Am I fucking right about something? “Yeah I don’t.” Darius sat up. “Do you?” “No they’re fucking homos.” I retorted almost relieved. I saw Darius relax. So I guess I’m right about him. He hates ponies like me. Well maybe not like me per say but it’s a start. I knew he’s a good friend. “Yep they changed the game. Changed life as it is.” Darius sat back. “All this bullshit about friendship and tolerance today. You do realize they stopped us from becoming marines right?” “Yeah I know.” Ponies told us we shouldn’t train for war. Don’t they know that’s like a custom for us? We don’t tell them to not eat cake because it’ll give them diabetes. “Say, did you ever watch the show back before?” I asked. “Yeah I watched a couple episodes of Netflix one night. Did you?” “Yep.” I nodded. “Watched it all.” Darius rolled his eyes probably trying to keep back a comment. “The show wasn’t even that good to start with.” He said. “Fuck no it wasn’t.” I said. He seemed be light up at this. “I mean it was good for what it was, but what is was wasn’t extraordinary like everyone said it was.” “Yeah man. I only watched it to see what everybody was bitching about.” Darius agreed. “Then it wasn’t even that good. It just wasn’t Jesus like people said it was.” “You’re telling me. I ripped a kid’s face off over it.” I laid down on the opposite bed from him. “No you didn’t rip a kid’s face off over a kid’s show; you ripped a kid’s face off over the fucking shit that we are forced to deal with now.” He turned around to me. “Have I told you yet about that thing that got me into all that bullshit?” “Very fucking poorly descriptive.” I said sternly. “But yes I know about that thing that got you into all that bullshit. See how hard it is to know what you’re talking about?” I smiled. “Anyways I saw that video online.” I laughed remembering it. “You fucking stood up to like five guys and they were the ones that were afraid afterwards.” The video itself was Darius basically launching a few quick rhymes he came up with on the spot. He was critiquing how one of the other artists was off beat but it got ugly when he wouldn’t admit he was messing up. Then he called his posse over and Darius stared them all down. The best part was when Darius twitched towards them and they all flinched. Darius laughed. “Those skinny white crackers. No offense.” He shook his head smiling. “If it wasn’t that I had some things to say first, I would have taken them all on. Each one and piled them on top of each other.” “Would have made the concert worth the ridiculous admission.” I said. “Still I see what you’re saying by the games changed.” Darius lit up. “So you see how mad bull it is?” He asked. “The game man, the game. Ya’ll know about the game right?” He again spoke as if there was someone else with us. “Let me explain this so you can have a picture, alright?” I sat up to better pay attention. “So.” He started. “Rap is dead but you probably know that.” I nodded to show I understood. “See what they call it now is Equestria hip hop. All those artists that were at that concert are those guys. Bunch of fucking cocksuckers and wannabes who haven’t fucked pussy in their lives. Probably because some of them are gay but that’s not why they can’t get into a relation. They just skinny and awkward and that’s their thing. And who wants to see an emcee like that?” He slumped on the bed again and moved his hand over his face. “Have I told you how I ended up here?” “No not really.” I responded. “To tell the truth I would have expected you to rap. Didn’t people in that school of yours question your blackness?” “Damn right they questioned how black I was.” Darius said with energy. “It’s how I ended up like this. Picture it.” He sat up. “So I’m in one of those underground rap battle places. You know, the one’s where they hate white people.” “You mean the one where you never let me go to?” I crossed my arms and pouted. “Hey I did that shit to protect you.” He said. “Always have. Remember how I had to pull that kid off a you and kick his ass myself?” “I would have won that.” That kid was a pussy which is why I was fighting him. “Yeah he was on top of you and weighted more than you. You sure had him.” “Whatever.” I growled. “But go on with your story.” “Okay.” Darius got back on track. “So one day I’m there because the people I was hanging with wanted me to hand with them there. I actually fucking hated it there. Everyone just smokes weed and you can hardly breathe at times. But the real problem was the only thing to do there was watch these underground rappers yell at each other for about thirty minutes. And half of the time it’s just made up words.” “Isn’t that what rappers do though?” I asked. “I pour it hot on your girls just like my pancakes surrals.” I’m surprised Darius said that with a straight face. “Does that sound like a word to you? And if you say yes!” “Fine!” I snapped. “You win just telling me about your rapping career.” “I was motherfucker!” Darius attempted to regain his composure and continued on. “Anyways I was in the front one day for some reason. Think it was because there was less smoke in the front. The camera men don’t like it when they can’t see the actual rappers because the lenses are all fogged up. But I was watching this guy getting destroyed by this poser. They were both posers but one of them was worst. Forgot his lines or something. So everyone was laughing at him and such and he started to act like a bitch. And what do bitches do?” “I got this one.” I said raising my hand. “They don’t shut up.” “True.” Darius nodded. “He didn’t shut up. He just started to bitch and bitch and started yelling at everyone. Then it got ugly because he came at me.” “Big mistake?” “Big fucking mistake!” Darius laughed. “See I’ve seen those motherfuckers up there every week or so and you know sometimes I would get into it. So I had some rhymes I was contemplating and basically I stepped up in front of those cameras and just laid him out. You don’t even know!” Darius said kind of loudly. “How fucking bad I made him look. And everyone was just amazed. See cause I didn’t do what they did. What they did is say one line and then act like they the shit. But what I did was I said five lines, took a breath, and said five more in rapid succession. By the time I was done they were already cheering. Then my opponent tried to swing at me so I ducked and hit him in his gut. So what the cameras were rolling and now people know I got flow and can fight? Ain’t that the greatest career started you ever heard?” I smiled and nodded. “Sure that’s great. Now I want to make a speech.” I cleared my throat. “So after that you were asked to perform again and again. Eventually you began to perfect your skill and it became a hobby. So you gained notoriety and eventually you were noticed.” “Shit.” Darius dropped his head. “Was it really that obvious?” “Well that’s the story of how most rappers start their careers also.” I smirked. “Started from the bottom, now we’re here.” “Oh right how stupid of me.” Darius commented. “Too bad I didn’t know what I was getting into.” I took notice that his tone shifted towards a more depressed state. Well no friend of mine is gunna be sad while I’m around. “So what did you get into?” I asked. “Don’t tell me the pressures of the high life are catching up to you?” “Oh no I can handle the pressure as long as I can go to sleep at least a couple hours a day.” Darius said. “It’s just I realized too late that I was doomed to fail.” “What do you mean?” “Well.” Darius stretched. “See I’m signed with New Equestria records. Most artists today are signed with them no matter the genre. They signed all the originals, WoodenToaster, Tombstone, Mic, you know the brony superstars.” Again I nodded to show I understand. “I actually kind of liked their stuff.” I said. “Yeah they were good. I heard their stuff a couple of times although I’m not a big fan of dubstep. The problem is they don’t make songs anymore because you know they became politicians and such.” “Yeah I know.” I actually didn’t know that at all. Who the fuck puts music artists as political leaders? Imagine Skrillex as the senator for Ohio or something. “Anyways continue with your story.” I prompted. “Yeah .” Darius continued. “So it was a shock that they tracked my ass down and asked for a sign. Well this was about two years ago and two years ago all I had to look forward to was my rap game so I took the deal.” “Big mistake?” I asked. “Maybe.” Darius mumbled. “Don’t know quite yet. All I know is this.” He leaned in closer to me. “About a month after I signed, my producer came in and told me that I should enjoy the fame I’m gunna get because it’ll come fast and then it’ll be gone. He told me that no matter how creative or talented I was I would never be relevant for more than a month. That’s when I knew I had to prove him wrong.” “And that’s why you’re still here?” I said. “Exactly.” Darius pointed. “But then about a year after that he came to me again and laughed. He said that even though I’m gaining popularity it will cap off soon. I’m apparently not what the industry wants right now so I’ll peak soon and then I’m just a fading star.” “And he was wrong.” I said with enthusiasm. “No he was right.” Darius replied. “A couple months ago I hit the top and now I’m here with my popularity fading. See it’s not common place anymore for hip hop artists to rap about killing people and explicitly about violence. You know what made the genre popular. So I’m out of what is considered mainstream these days.” Darius then grew kind of depressed like some burden was unjustly handed to him and he didn’t know how to handle it. “My producer did say that at most I would get a small following of devoted fans but never will I have mass fans screaming my name. You know those fags I was challenging at that concert?” I nodded. “Well to tell the truth they are vastly more popular than me in every way. Not because they’re better, don’t think that.” “I wasn’t.” I assured him. “I told you I saw the video. You basically dissed some dudes rapping skills after he was fucking up his lyrics.” “And you know what the fucked up thing about that vid is?” Darius shot up. “The fucked up thing is I was fucking right about the whole thing. He couldn’t rap and I was being all courteous about it and then he started acting like a bitch and suddenly I’m the bad guy.” He laid back down but this time in frustration. “So then they started a twitter campaign and I’m this villain all of a sudden.” “That’s what they do.” I sighed. “Wait a twitter campaign? Really? Why not just make a diss track?” “Please that would be so looked down upon today.” Darius flicked his hand. “We’re supposed to be all tolerant even if it ends up not letting us be able to defend ourselves. Besides they couldn’t even respond to a diss track because they’re that bad. Fuck I wrote at least five of their chart toppers, each.” “So uh sounds like you have a real problem on your hands.” I said. “No fucking shit captain obvious.” Darius sneered. “My only opinion is to fade into obscurity but, fuck, I don’t want to go!” Darius stood up. “I want to fucking keep doing what I love doing. If I have to go back I’ll go back to nothing. All I got is a fucking limo. They got fucking houses on cliffs to go back to!” Suddenly Darius flung the TV remote off the little table next to the beds. Then he covered his face and sat back down on the edge of the bed. I’m unsure if he’s crying but he’s really scaring me right now. Not because I feel threatened but because I feel like it’s my responsibility to do something about it. He’s my only friend in this world and I can’t let him be like this. Besides he took me in for no reason other than for the sake of friendship. I would like to see those mane six fucks do something like that, especially if they had grown apart for seven years. “Hey Darius.”I shook him a little. “I have an idea about how you can get through this.” He didn’t respond. “Listen you really got talent. I know because I’ve been listening to your albums in my spare time. You have flow and great lyrical content but there’s something missing from your career.”I stood up and got in front of him. “Dawg, where are your diss tracks? You haven’t insulted anybody. Isn’t that a part of the rap game?” He looked up at me. “Wait are you stupid? You obviously don’t know what the consequences would be. I would probably get fired. They are signed to the same label after all.” “Bro you just said you’re gunna get fired eventually anyways.” I said back. “Besides is it really right for them to say hateful things over the internet and you can’t even defend yourself because it’ll only hurt you more?” I sat down next to him. “Listen these guys are obviously bullies. They’re picking on someone who’s smaller and they know you can’t fight back. But that’s where they’re wrong.” “What are you trying to say here man?” Darius frowned at me. “Simple, diss them back. Make a freestyle or something and destroy them.” Darius began to shake his head and deny the plan but I continued on. “Listen you’re probably the best artist right now to do this shit. You’ve been practicing in those underground places man; you know how to hurt somebody’s feelings. All the greats are dead or gone now. We can’t rely on Eminem, 50, or any other of those artists to speak out on the atrocity of this generation’s taste of music. You have to do it or nobody else will.” Darius again covered his face in his hands. This time though he was thinking about it. I just need to say something more to cement the idea. I’m doing this to help him out. “Hey.” I tapped his arm. “Remember they went after you first. They drew first blood when you were just trying to help out. If I’ve learned anything after I ran away it’s that if someone wrongs you first you have every right to take it out on them. That way you have something to fall back on if people ask why. Shit if you do this right then they’ll be no reason the public won’t see you as the good guy. Just looked at the Eazy E and Dr Dre beef. Dre started it and Eazy finished it. You can finish it too.” Hopefully he won’t die of AIDS. Darius got back up. “Yo you’re right!” He said with vigor. “They fuck with me I’m gunna match it. I ain’t got a clique like they do but fuck it. I’ll take on all those motherfucking fake ass misanthropic hipster faggots. Doesn’t matter if they a group and I’m one man. Ice Cube did it and he was going up against competent motherfuckers.” “Yes that’s it!” I rose up with him. “Just show people how fake they are and their careers will be over. Then that paves the way for you to spiral upwards to true fame.” Darius wagged his finger at me and smiled. “You know I’m glad I brought you with me.” He said. “You and me we’re gunna go places after this. We’ll get girls and I’ll buy a mansion and I’ll get one for you too.” He punched my shoulder. “You’re right I’m gunna get em back and then I’m home free.” We sat back down on the bed. There is something I just gotta ask him. “Hey I take it you don’t like ponies.” “Fuck no I don’t like ponies.” He said with a grin. “Some of my most powerful critics are ponies so yeah I hate the little fucks. But also, I’m sorry but they are so friggin stupid and annoying. Like damn of all the universes we could have been connected to why did we have to get My Little Pony? Couldn’t we have gotten Halo or Pokémon or some shit? Damn.” “I know right.” I agreed. “At least those wouldn’t have invaded our culture.” “Damn right about that.” Darius said with a slap on the back. After that we shared a few laughs and talked some more. The sun was down by the time we stopped our conversation. By that time I felt anxious for that diss track. It’ll be great to see some brony artists humiliated like they should. Shame on them for hoping into the industry for the sole purpose to just ride it and make money. Artists should make songs because they enjoy it and the challenge that comes with it and then they do it for the money. Today they just have to get signed and do whatever they are told. Kind of makes them seem like they have a printed personality which really makes them seem commercialized. Darius eventually walked into the bathroom. I looked at the clock which read nine o clock. “Hey where you going?” I called. “To bed, I’m tired.” Darius called back. “Dude it’s only nine, we should go do something.” “Hell no I have an opportunity to get some sleep and I’m taking it. I have a busy fucking schedule.” I heard the sink turn on. “Fine!” I yelled and slumped onto my bed, pouting in disapproval. About a minute later I felt something hit my back. “Yo brush your teeth.” Darius said to me. “You’ve been slacking I can tell.” I picked up the toothbrush he had thrown at me. “What are you Myriad?” “Mira who?” Darius looked at me strangely. “Nothing it was just this girl I knew.” I went over to the now unoccupied bathroom to brush up. “Oooooo Scott got bitches on his tip.”Darius mused. I ignored him for now and got ready for bed. When I was done I just got into the bed opposite Darius’. “Now if you do some bullshit like you’ve been doing every night while I’m asleep.” Darius warned. “I’m gunna hold you over the balcony again but this time I won’t position you over the pool and I’ll use one arm.” “I’m not making any promises.” I said turning off the lamp. “Also if you wake up with a strange taste in your mouth. That’ll be me.” “And if you’re in a wheelchair tomorrow. That’ll be me.” Darius said with a smirk.