Madeline has been trying to get inside my head again. All because I won't write a damn song. And Peed isn't helping us. Matter of fact, he's sleeping in his call. I hate his loud snores.

"Zalia, don't tell me you've lost your love for writing music"
*Snores*
"I'm just not feeling like it. Can't we just..."
*Snores*

"Can we play our old songs at the competition?" I asked as I spoke over the snores.
"Um..no? It's our last year. It would help if you showed them how good of a songwriter you are. That way, tey'll remember you,"

*SNORES*

"But why does it matter if anyone in school remembers me? Madeline, I think you worry a little too much about...all the people around us that we don't even know. You'll remember me, won't you?"

*SNORES*

"HOW THE FUCK DO I KICK HIM OUT FROM THIS CALL?!"
"Wh-what?" He woke up and rubbed his eyes, "Sorry, I had condensed myself to my most vulnerable form"
"Your most vulnerable form is a Texaan truck, cuz that's what you sound like, going 50 decibels with your snores"

"I am deeply apologetic"

"ZALIA!" Harry opened my door and screamed as he entered my room while I was on a videocall with Madeline. 
"Harry, take your shoes off before you get on my bed. And don't touch my guitar" I told Harry and he removed his shoes while looking at my guitar.
"Can I play it?"
"Not this one. The other one, you can," I'm not letting him touch my most expensive guitar.

"How many guitars do you have?" That's when my eyes went to the person who asked this question. It was that creep again! Fucking MJ!

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. 
"Whose that? Your new boyfriend?" Wasim asked. 
"Not yet," MJ smiled at him. 
Even if Michelle Alva Jibber is the last man standing on Earth, I would NOT want him. I wouldn't say I like his guts. But surely, he does get on my nerves. 

"Not never. You're not my type. Besides, I don't like young men. Anyways," I turned my laptop off before my friends would interfere again, "Why are you here,"
"Well, I wanted to ask you something,"
"Is it something that would annoy me?"

"I don't know you that well yet. So, I can't tell. But there's this person I want in our band. I think he would be good on keyboard,"

Finally, he was talking business. 

"Oh, okay. So, have you talked to him? How good is he?"
"Well, I think I did say hello to him when we were peeing together in the bathroom,"
"No, I mean-"
"But yeah, he's a good pianist,"

"A pianist? If he's a good pianist, I don't he'd be joining you. He must have his own goals,"
"But...We're a soon to be pop band. What could be more fun than that?"
"A violist that could accompany him in his performances. He doesn't need you guys. Chances are...he'll refuse. You should try someone else,"

"Is that what you would do?"
"Yes, I like being pragmatic,"

"Pragmatic..." His curious green eyes looked into mine. 

"You need to look at things realistically and understand what is achievable,"
"Right, so... this is quite achievable"
"No, that's what I've been telling you, it's not-"
"Don't worry, Zalia. Listen, I'm very panegyric"

"Pragmatic"

"I'm confident that I will have Jerome. Hold on, let me rephrase that to make it less gay and more putrid"

"Pragmatic"

"I, Michelle Jibber, will NOT have a band without Jerome! Now, I've got a call to make," He picked up his phone and pressed it on his ears while he walked out of my room, "Yo Tony!" I was eavesdropping, a little, "Your men got some rope?"

What is he planning to do? Should I stop him? Nah, who am I to do that? He's not my brother. 

"No, not a gun. I just need a rope, a sack and a packet of chips,"
Is he going to do what I think he's going to do? I sure as well hope not.

"Fuck it, just get everything. Wisha too and meet me at the central library at 3" Then, MJ went to the toilet. I kept a close eye on this little devil. He came out of the bathroom and went into Louise's room. I stood outside his room and heard them talk. I did not want him share any of his stupid ideas and get my brother involved into something completely unnecessary.

"My friend Malcolm. He is an amazing songwriter and singer. You should give him a chance," I heard Ryan.
"Well, MJ can sing too. But it's good to have more people," Louise said.

"Are you happy to have me?" Ryan asked Louise.
"Of course, I am. I cannot bear Mitchelle alone," He's right on that one.
Ryan laughed, "You two are fine together. I like Mitch. He's got balls of energy,"

Louise choked, "You mean he is a ball of energy!"
"Bad grammar. At least you understood,"
"Bad grammar does not create good situations. But yes, he is a ball of energy. And a ball of immaturity,"
"You need to stop being so hard on him, Louise. We're just a bunch of stupid teenagers,"
"A bunch of stupid teenagers who don't jerk off to their history teacher,"
"WHAT?!" WHAT? DID I FUCKING HEAR THAT RIGHT?

Ryan started laughing, "That was oddly specific. Are you referring to someone?" I looked at Louise from the title keyhole on his door. Louise rolled his eyes and perhaps contemplated something, he's going to lie. He always rolls his eyes when he's about to lie, "No, I was just being poetic,"

Ryan laughed, "You're a weird one, aren't you?"
"I'm weird? I am? Okay then, stupid teenager," Louise crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks.
"Aww, are you sulking that I called you weird?"
"Am not, bad grammar bitch,"

"You guys got better chemistry than any of my clueless relationships," I finally saw MJ. He was standing near the window with his phone in his hand, texting someone.
"What relationships? Nobody wants you!" Louise rebuked him.
"Well, say that to all the goats on our farm back in Texas," MJ walked towards them.
"WHAT? EW! MOTHERFUCKER YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED!"

"Yeah but...Whose gonna stop me? If it walks, I'll fuck it,"
"This fucking dude..." Louise sighed and MJ sat beside him, lying on his lap, "Get away from me,"
"Please love me, daddy," MJ said and started moaning aggressively, "SHUT UP DUDE, MY MOM'S GONNA HEAR US!"
"I'll fuck you and your mom,"
"You're disgusting!"

MJ looked at Ryan, while still laying his head on Louise's lap, "Ryan, why are you smiling? Did my moans make you hard"
"Quite the contrary!" Louise grumbled. Now, I know why Louise doesn't like his company. He is a menace. 

Louise tried to move his thighs away but MJ grabbed them, "My broken nose...Don't you pity me enough to love me?"
"I'd gladly break your nose again,"
"Your love is so violent, Louise. I'm too fragile for it,"

Louise was so done with this that I could tell that he just wanted to jump out of his window and die.

Ryan looked at MJ all serious, "Anyways, just Jerome is left,"
"But as I said, Jerome is a trained pianist. He is a serious classical musician, why would he join a bimbo band like ours?" Louise looked at Ryan. That's what I had been trying to get into MJ's head!
"I can rizz him up," MJ smirked at Louise and Louise moved his thigh away from his head, making his head fall on the floor, "Ouch!" 

"If I see you anywhere near him, I will personally stab you to death," Louise warned him.
"Bro, what have I done to deserve this Julius Caesar treatment?"

Ryan looked at Louise, "Then, will you convince him to join? Or should I?"
"You do it. I don't wanna talk to him,"
"Why not?"
"Because Louise is a racist!" MJ got up and covered his chest with his hands, "You only wanted me because I'm white, didn't you?"
"I don't want you,"
"It's because I'm white, isn't it?"

Fucked if you do. Fucked if you don't. 

Louise sighed, "Well, Jerome is intimidating,"
"True, he's extremely handsome" MJ said, "And taller than me. And he got the N-word pass. His dick must be huge too,"
"He's always surrounded by people...What the fuck are you saying, MJ? I think that's more of your personal issue,"
"MJ is procreating," Ryan intervened. 
"Damn, with whom?"
"Projecting, Ryan. It's projecting"

"Sorry, bad English,"
"Yeah. I know. Should we really be sending him to talk? What if his bad English fucks us over?" Louise looked at MJ and he laughed, "Louise, you're such a worrywart. The worst thing Jerome can do...is say no. And if he does, I got a backup plan," MJ looked into his phone, and I looked at my watch. It was twenty minutes to 3. 

MJ got up "Guys, let's go,"
"What? Where?"
"The central library,"

-To be continued