Louise, MJ and Ryan walked outside to the pavement and took a bus. I followed them in my car, just to see what they were up to. I don't know what they talked about while they were on that bus, but with MJ around, I'm sure it can't be anything good or productive.

They got off in front of the central library. I saw two big, black vans standing in front of the library with a few men, smoking and chit-chatting among each other. I sat inside my car with my windows up; my cap covering my face and a mask to absolutely cover my face. I got my binoculars out and looked at MJ.

MJ talked to Louise and Ryan about something. I slowly moved my car into the park behind them, and looked at them from the bushes, close enough to listen to them. 

"How did you like my idea? It's totally awesome,"
"Yeah, I'm positive it'll work...but what if he refuses?" They could hear the piano from inside. The central library's basement was having a piano show that day. Jerome must've been there! But how did MJ know? 

"He cannot refuse," MJ smiled and put his hand in his pocket. He pulled out a large strap of gum, "I have made my arrangements,"
"What kind of arrangements?" Louise asked.
MJ put his hand in his pocket again and pulled out a gun, "We'll say join us or else!"
"MJ! Where the fuck did you get that from?!" Louise asked while Ryan stared at him, "Is that real?"

"I don't know," MJ looked at the gun, "Looks pretty fake to me," MJ was flashing that gun in broad daylight. What a stupid sod! Louise pushed the gun down, "Stop flashing it around like a titty pic!"

WHAT THE FUCK DID LOUISE SAY?! 

"Where the hell did you find a godddamn gun? Don't tell me you stole it!!"
"No, of course not. I found it while looking inside my uncle's library. I took a book out and opened it, but it was a hollow book and it only had this gun in it,"
"SO YOU DID STEAL IT! AND IT'S TOTALLY A REAL GUN THEN! Who would hide a fake gun?" Louise yelled, "Give it to me! You're too stupid to use it! You'll kill someone" Louise grabbed the gun but MJ pulled it back. 

"NO! You just wanna have all the fun!" 
"What fun?" Louise pulled back at the gun.
"Of killing people!"I am just worried that it's gonna go off and kill one of them! If that happens, please let it be MJ. I don't want my little brother to die!

"I ain't a fucking terrorist!"
"That's what all terrorists say!"
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT A GODDAMN GUN!"

I should probably stop them now. I decided to get out of my car when Ryan turned back and pointed at the central library's door. The piano was still playing but Mr Warren was out with a bottle of water, with Jerome walking beside him.

"You did a great job today! Too bad Mrs Patsy ended up breaking her leg and couldn't attend your performance,"
"It's okay, Mr Warren. I'm glad you were here to help me,"
"I love helping my students"
Jerome smiled at him and they both seemed to have a nice conversation, which obviously I couldn't hear since these two idiots were yelling at each other. 

"Guys, Jerome is out!" Ryan yelled and the bulled from the gun fired and hit my Warren's leg. 
"OH MY GOD!!!" He yelled as he fell down like a huge titan! He was bleeding so much, I would think he was having a rough period if I didn't hear the gunshot. 

Alright, I don't want to get involved into this. I'm going to take my brother and get out of here, "Pss! Louise!" I whispered. But Louise ran the other way to Mr Warren. Oh god, this little teenager is looking for legal trouble! I hope Mr Warren doesn't sue them, or die. 

"MR WARREN!" Jerome yelled and got on his knees in order to help him, "OH MY GOD! WHAT DO I DO?!"
"MR WARREN! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?" Louise reached MR Warren and looked down at him.
"Yeah, we were hoping for Jerome,"

"What?" Jerome looked at them and Mr Warren groaned, "UGH! I'M GONNA DIE!"
"Oh no! What do we do?!" Jerome looked at Louise.
"G-Give him CPR!" Jerome began pushing the fallen man's chest, "My leg! My leg!"

"It's not working!" Ryan yelled.
"Call an ambulance!" Mr Jerome yelled.
"No!" Louise got up, "Unless you're ready to pay nearly all your life's earnings to the hospital and still be under a grave health loan!"
"He's talking sense! Let me die!" 

"No! Mr Warren! We love you!" Jerome began crying. Aww that poor kid.
"Ew, count me out cuz I'm not gay," Louise looked back at MJ, "MJ! Help us!"
MJ just stood there looking at the gun, "Now hang on, did you shoot Mr Warren?" Jerome looked at MJ.
This idiot, can't even hide his evidence. He's a bad criminal. 

"Well," MJ looked at his gun.
"MJ! Do something!" Louise yelled at him. 
"Alright," MJ walked towards them, "It's my time to shine," He stood before Jerome, "We were looking for a guy just like you to play in our band,"

"What?" Jerome looked so confused. 
"MJ! NOW'S NOT THE-"
"Shh-" MJ shushed him, "Silly boy, let me do my thing," MJ didn't take his horrific green eyes off Jerome, "Look, I'm getting pretty straight it. I'm a spoiled brat. So, it's either my way or high way,"

"We're in a free country, you can't threaten me to do anything,"
"Yes, I can. We're in a free country,"
"What? No, that's not how it works-"

"Boys! I'm kinda in pain here!" Mr Warren yelled from the ground.
"Aye, stop crying, man," MJ then turned back and looked at the huge man behind him. Holy shit, I completely forgot that they were there. And they saw everything! I cannot save Louise after this one, "Tony, get rid of him. He's so annoying,"

"Yes sir," He bowed before MJ. It looked super awkward because MJ was literally half his size. He turned back, "Wisha! Take the old teacher!"
"Old?! I'm in my twenties," Mr Warren screamed. Those men looked quite the opposite of doctors though. They seemed to specialise in breaking bones than fixing them.

"Aye man, you finna tryna get some first aid, or naught?" Apprently Wisha said. I think he was Wisha. He was actually...Not bad looking. But he's probably too old for me. But what if he isn't? No, Zalia, focus. 

"You become our band's keyboardist right now!"
"NO!" 
"You son of a bitch! You want a bullet in your fucking skull?!"
"Shoot me if you can, my head is empty!"

"What?"

"ARGH!" Mr Warren cried as Wisha carried him on his shoulders into the van. He's strong! They put him inside the van, closing the door from inside. Who the hell is MJ?

"Listen man, I will not repeat myself!" MJ threw his gun away and grabbed Jerome's throat, "YOU LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW!"
Jerome grabbed him back. 
"LOUISE! Don't just stand there like a prostitute, come help me!"
"Prostitute?! Honestly, fuck you!" Louise grabbed his legs and began pulling him away from MJ. 

Ryan stood aside, holding his hands behind his back and just watching them, "You guys need help?"
"MJ! What are we doing?"
"Teaching him a lesson because he won't listen! Louise, spit on him!"
"What? No! What's that even gonna do?"

"Humiliate him,"
"Give him HIV!" Ryan said. What WHAT? LOUISE HAS HIV?
"RYAN, I DON'T HAVE HIV!"
"You said you're positive!"
"WHAT?! I SAID I'M POSITIVE IT'LL WORK!" 

"Kick his balls!" MJ yelled and tried kicking his balls instead, but ended up hurting his own balls. I don't even know how. What were these weirdos doing?
"TONY! Take care of him!"

"Yes, sir!" He walked towards them and grabbed Jerome. The poor kid was shivering all over. I think he even peed his pants because my the time Tony got him near the van, his pants were wet.

"Tony, look! He jerked off to you!" Ryan yelled.
"RYAN! OH MY GOD!" Louise covered his mouth. MJ looked at Louise, "You getting in there or not?"
"What? Nah, I'm good,"
But then a few more men in black came out of the van, grabbed Louise and Ryan and took them inside the van. MJ got in with them, the doors closed and the van started. I chased the van, but the driver was probably on Marijuana because he was driving way too rashly. 

They jumped all the traffic lights, and got the police chasing after them, but nothing stopped them. I was driving after them, when suddenly a few cars surrounded me, "What the hell?"
"AYO! IT'S THE KAISES!" Someone yelled. 

"Kaises?"

The men in5 the cars beside me pulled their windows down, and they had a whole arsenal of guns in there. They started shooting at the van. HEY, MY LITTLE BROTHER IS IN THERE! Some people from the van pulled the windows down and began shooting back at them. 

WHAT THE HELL?! Oh shoot, am I in the middle of some hood gang fight now? Really? Who is MJ?! 

-To be continued