Brandon changed since he had managed to ruin his makeup and lose his wig within thirty minutes of entering the mall. He didn't look like a woman anymore, heck, he didn't even look like a human. Brandon, your alien side is showing up. So, now, they were a team of a boy and a girl.

They finally reached the girls bathroom.

"I'm waiting on you. Go Harry!" Brandon said.
"You can't come with me?"
"I lost my femininity" Brandon said.

"You never had it. You look fucking weird dressed up as a girl,"
"That's cause I AM A DOG, MOTHERFUCKER!" Brandon shouted and I tried to calm him down, "I AIN'T AFRAID OF SUCKING DICKS OR CLITS, BECAUSE I SWING BOTH WAYS AND I'M PROUD OF IT! I CUT THAT MEAT UP AND EAT IT LIKE A FUCKING PIECE OF CAKE!"

"...I told not to grab too much attention,"

People were recording them now.

Harry slowly walked inside the women's room. He looked around but there was nothing there. He went to almost eight women's room until he finally found a black suitcase lying in a corner. Unfortunately, the room was packed with ladies.

"Brandon, I got it! Fourth floor women's bathroom. How are things there?" He whispered to Brandon on the phone.

"Roger!" Brandon sluped something. 'Don't tell me he is giving blowjobs to random strangers.' Harry thought,
'...I should seriously stop reading those mangas.'

"What the fuck is going on there?" Harry shouted.
"It's so good, I wanna ride it!" He said.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"
"It's called... What is it called?"

He heard a deeper voice. He was with another man!

"Extra hot—" He hung up.
Oh my God! Harry picked up the black suitcase and just ran. After wandering here and there for around ten minutes, he found him inside a noodles shop, eating noodles, slurping the soup and just enjoying life to its fullest.

"Oh, fuck my dirty mind. IT'S ALL HIS FAULT I'M TURNING WEIRD EVERYDAY, EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE!"

Harry ran towards him,

"YOU ASSHOLE! YOU ARE SO USELESS!" He shouted.
He looked at his hips, "I use it every morning though,"
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
He held a black suitcase in his hand.

"WHAT? WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?!" They both shouted together.
"I found mine in the women's bathroom on the 4th floor" Harry said.
"I found this in the men's washroom. I think maybe MJ said 'Women's room' by mistake."

"That can't be. Show me that suitcase," He opened the suitcase. He turned pale after what he saw.

"Brandon..."
"What is it?"
"Where did you get it again?"
"At the third floor men's restroom. Why? What's in there—"

"Drugs,"
"Oh, okay. Looks like flour to me. Let's snort some to ensure if it's flour or—"
"It's drugs!
"OH GOD! WHY NOW!? BRANDON, Grab that suitcase and RUN!" He shouted as they ran.

They reached a dark room where the ventilation system opened. They got inside it and crawled our way. They didn't know where we were going, we were just crawling in the dark.

Meanwhile, 

"Yes boss. Who do I need to kill?" A man in black suit and too much swag asked. He stood beside a black car.

"I've send you his picture. The drugs or your payment as you mentioned, are there in a suitcase which is kept inside the third floor men's restroom. Do the job and take the payment."

"Think it's done," He was a professional assassin.
"So this is the guy." He looked at the picture "The president of this mall has a fifteen year old son, Jaden Smith,"

.

"Brother, it's been more than one and a half hours already" Ralf told MJ. They sat on the terrace, playing a video game.
"Hmm?" MJ looked at his game.
"Is the game interesting?" Ralf asked.

"Hmm..." MJ said, without looking away from his game.
"Could you teach me how to play this too?"
"Hmm..."

"Erm...Do you want to eat this?" Ralf opened a small box filled with grapes and strawberries.
"Hmm...What?" 
"Grapes"
"I'm playing, idiot. Feed me,"

"Feed you?" Ralf's cheeks turned red. MJ doesn't pay much attention to him...NOW WAS HIS CHANCE TO SHOW HIS WORTH TO HIS STEP BROTHER!

"I'm waiting" MJ opened his mouth. Ralf's hand shivered and he fed the grapes to MJ's eyes, "AH! DUDE!"
"Sorry!"
"Oh my God, bro! UGH!"

They suddenly heard a woman scream inside the mall. MJ quickly got up and pushed Ralf aside. He took out his binoculars and looked inside the mall with his left eye, since his right eye was fucked and swollen.

Jaden had come to the mall with his sister and their personal assistant. Just then, the assassin stood before him and pointed the gun at him.
"SIR!" The assistant stood in front of Jaden.

"That guy..." MJ looked through his binoculars.
"What is it, brother?" Ralf asked.
"Ralf, go get us a go cart. It's time for some manhunt,"

.

Nova hadn't paid the rent yet. She used her money and Chelsea's money on finding out about Ryan. Her landlord was at her place that afternoon while Chelsea was at school.
"I'll pay—"
"When? You have delayed it for three months now. If I don't get the money by tomorrow, you might find a new lodging,"

The landlord left. Nova left for work. When she returned back at night, she found Chelsea waiting for her at the door, "I'm hungry,"
Nova smiled, "I got some eggs and bread. You want omelette?"
"Yeah and toast!"

Nova cooked while Chelsea sat on the floor and stared at her,
"Why do you live alone, Nova?"
"...My parents threw me out of the house when I was eighteen,"

"Why?"
"They didn't like my way of living,"
"Just because of that?"
"There are some reasons..."

Nova didn't want to bring it up but she had no other choice, "Chelsea," Nova turned off the stove and washed her hands.
"Is the dinner ready?"
"Yes... Hey, could you ask your mom to send some money?"

Chelsea looked at her,
"But why?"
"I need to pay the bills and—"
"Why am I still just a source of money for you?"
Nova looked at her.

"You always want my money. You only come around when you want money. And at first I was fine with it but now it's getting annoying. I'M NOT YOUR HUMAN ATM! IT'S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY ANYMORE, IT'S ABOUT MY FEELINGS AS A PERSON!"

"Chelsea—"
"YOU ARE JUST USING ME! ALL YOU'RE GOOD AT IS COMPLAINING AND BITCHING AROUND! BITCH, IF YOU NEED SO MUCH MONEY THEN EARN IT RATHER THAN BEGGING IT FROM ME, YOU CHEAP ASS,"
"I'm doing this for you,"

"NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING THIS FOR?! I'LL SHOW YOU!"
Chelsea went towards her bag and took out bundles of dollar bills. She threw them at Nova's face.

"HERE! THIS IS ALL YOU WANT, RIGHT?! THIS IS WHAT EVERYONE WANTS! THIS IS THE ONLY THING PEOPLE WANT FROM ME! AND YOU'RE THE SAME, NOVA—"

Nova grabbed her face and kissed her on her lips. She kissed her roughly and pinned her on the wall. She moved away and looked into her eyes,
"This is what I want,"

Chelsea was dumbfounded.
"I'm lesbian. And I like you, Chelsea. And I'm sorry for that,"

Chelsea felt her heart beating inside her head, she pushed her away and ran away, slamming the door.

Nova sat on her knees,
"I messed up another friendship,"

Nova sat on the floor with her legs crossed and began eating her dinner. After a while, Chelsea opened the door and walked inside. She sat in front of Nova and began eating her dinner. Nova couldn't believe she came back. Cause no one ever did.

They ate quietly.
"I'm sorry for acting so immature," Chelsea apologised.
"No, it's fine. I can understand your frustration,"
"...Is this why your parents threw you out? Because you're lesbian?"
Nova nodded.

"That's messed up." Chelsea said.
Nova kept her fork aside, "I want to show you something,"
"Sure,"

Nova got up and removed her T-shirt. She stood in her sports bra and there were tattoos all over her stomach and the her back with names imprinted on her skin.

"What...is this?"
"Every girl I've dated till now. I get a tattoo of their name after we breakup,"
"Why?"
"So that I remember the mistakes I did because of which we aren't together now."

Chelsea got up and touched her skin.
"Is that why you wear a bike suit?"
"It covers my entire body,"
Chelsea looked at her, "Let's go,"
"Where?"
Chelsea smirked, "Just come,"

They got on the bike, Chelsea was driving that night, "I met your friends, now you meet mine,"
"You sure you'll be alright driving?"
"I know my shit. Hold the handle for a while,"

Nova pressed her hands on the handle while Chelsea made a call, "MJ, get the band and your car,"
"What are you planning to do?" Nova asked.
"Show you how the rich kids do it,"

-To be continued

Chelsea | Nova
All I Want is you baby