"The Home Depot, Inc. is the largest retail home improvement and supply company in the world, with more than 2,300 stores in the USA, Canada, and Mexico. The company was established in 1978-"
"I don't give a shit!" Wisha grabbed Ryan's phone and crushed it between his hand, "Shut up! You bitches are never fucking quiet! I don't want to hear another word from your mouth!"

 Jerome was terrified meanwhile Ryan said, "Another word"
"..."
"Ryan, please for the love of God, shut up!" Jerome whispered.
"AYO SHUT UP!" Wisha screamed, "BE QUIET, FOOL!" He yelled at Jerome. 
"Come on, man. They just kids," One of Tony's men said from behind them.

Once they reached, Ryan ran into the isles, putting useless stuff in his cart, while Wisha ran after him, taking the stuff out and putting it back on the shelf.
"Why do you need a lawn mower for your room?"
"What if we want to grow some grass there?"
"BITCH IT AIN'T A FIELD! GIMME THAT" He grabbed the lawn mower and kept it back in its place, "BUY SHIT THAT YOU NEED!" He looked inside the card, "What do you buy engine oil for?"
"Erm...For the mower?"
"You little shit..."

Meanwhile, MJ and Jerome were buying paint and paint supplies in the paint section. They decided to go for a marron theme. Then, they bought floor cleaners. Suddenly, MJ saw a huge wall hanging made of grass. He bought that, too—two of them, in fact. They also bought some lights and black silk curtains for the stage. Tony bought some nails and planks for building the stage in the room. 

"Where's Ryan?" Jerome asked. 
Ryan came out with a huge basket full. Wisha had left him alone to buy himself a trimmer and in that span, Ryan had bought all sorts of stuff and was standing at the checkout counter. The cashier scanned an oil spray, a giant yard pong, a tub full of goldfish, an inflatable pillow, a jerky gun, a baby yoda mini waffle maker, a sleeping bag, a patio umbrella with lights, water goggles, a skiing set, yellow lamp bulbs, tons of Himalayan salt, Coyote urine, dry cow dung and a luxury bird house.

"AYO, WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!" Wisha saw him packing all that stuff in a bag. The cashier took his card, "You better not have wasted on my money on useless shit,"
"I only got things that we absolutely need!"
"Oh yeah? Lemme see," He looked at the bill as he got inside the monster truck, "Coyote urine?!" That was the first article on the bill, "WHY DID YOU BUY COYOTE URINE?!"

"We gotta mark our ground and establish territory,"
"You ain't got no wolves around your fucking schoo'!"
"Yeah but what if?"
"Alright, fuck it. What else, a yard pong?"
"In case we get bored of playing the instruments,"
"A baby yoda mini waffle maker. I can let this one pass because I like waffles-WHY DID YOU BUY A BIRD HOUSE?"
"We need some mascots for our club!"

Wisha turned back from his seat and looked at him, "Boy, I will put my hands up your butt and pull your intestines out if you ever waste my money like this ever again,"
"Yes, sir!"
Jerome, MJ and Tony came inside their car with all their stuff, "Get the trolley. We ain't got no space in this bitch. You, my nigga," He looked at Jerome, "Go sit in Wisha's truck. We too many here,"

Jerome did NOT want to sit with Wisha and Ryan. But he did not have the courage to refuse Tony. See, Tony was a big man, a giant! He was around six foot nine and built like a solid truck. Rumours had that he killed a man with a single punch in his gut. He never carried a gun to gun fights, he defeated all his opponents with his bare hands. He was given the duty to protect MJ. 

Jerome sat beside Ralf, in Wisha's truck. He saw a tub full of goldfish kept near his feet. He looked at Wisha and then whispered to Ryan, "Ryan, did you buy this?"
"Yes!" Ryan whispered. 
"Dude, why?"
"We could make a little acquarium in our room"
"Bruh, we are opening a music club, not a fucking zoo!"
"Come on, look how cute they are," Ryan kept his foot inside the tub and the goldfish surrounded his leg, "So cute,"

"Pull your leg out!"
"You put yours in too," Ryan said.
"No, ew, wait-its touching me. IT'S SO COLD, AH! Ryan!"

"WHAT ARE YOU SHITS DOING?!" Wisha yelled, "You better not be jerking each other off in my damn truck, you little fucks!"
"Calm down, redneck grandpa. Jeez," Ryan pushed his other leg into the tub too.
"What did you just call me?!" He got up and grabbed Ryan by his collar, Ryan got up and accidently upturned the tub. The fish fell in the car. 

"THE FISH ARE DYING!"
"MY DAMN TRUCK!"
"LOOK AHEAD!" Jerome yelled. There was a bus right in front of them, Wisha quickly moved his truck into another lane and hit a car. The car owner came outside and started yelling at Wisha. 

He took his gun out of his dashboard and pulled out a baseball bat from under his seat. He pushed the gun into his pocket and jumped down his truck with the bat in his hand, "What you want?"
It was a Laotian man,  "WHY... CAR MY YOU BROKE STUPID BITCH! EXPENSIVE VERY CAR! WHAT DO I GO NOW? WHAT?" She grabbed him by his collar, "My wife pregnant! We go hospital!"

He grabbed the man's collar and grunted his teeth, "Listen, young fella, you ain't tryna be messing with me or imma put both you and your wife into a hospital bed. She gon deliver your baby and you gonna get delivered to a morgue, you feel me? Hah, fool?"
"WHAT HE SAYIN? WHAT HE SAYING?"
Wisha swung his bag to hit him on his head but Ryan yelled, "Wisha! What are you doing?! We are getting late! Tony is calling you!"

"Man...FUCK!" He left the man and climbed into his truck, "Yes boss?"
"Get your crusty ass here in the schoo' Where'd you go?"
"I just...stopped to pee,"
"He got into a fight!" Ryan yelled from behind and Wisha waved the bat behind, hitting Jerome, "AH! I didn't even say anything!"

Wisha started driving again and finally, after an agonising 20 minutes, they reached the school. MJ and Tony had already cleaned the floor tiles and were working on building a stage. 
"Jerome! Ryan! Put the curtains behind the stage!"

They rolled up the paint all over the walls, and hung the two fake grass wall hangings, they also covered the stage with a thick carpet and pinned it with nails. They set a giant table on one end of the room, with yard pong kept over it. Ryan also kept his baby yoda mini waffle maker on it. The patio umbrella with lights was kept between two chairs that were facing the stage, kept in a corner. The yellow lamp bulb hung on top of the stage to give it a cinematic glow. The luxury birdhouse was kept near the only window in the room. They adjusted their instruments on the stage, the new ones that Tony had bought. 

The goldfish had not survived Wisha's truck so they were all dead. Wisha also found a goldfish in his briefs when he went to pee after coming back to school. That made him actively clean his truck and make sure he threw away all the dead fish before they started rotting away.

The inflatable pillow was kept near the table, along with the sleeping bag and the jerky gun. Everything else like the oil spray, water goggles, skiing set, Himalayan salt, Coyote urine and dry cow dung were stored inside the cupboard, to be used later for who knows what. 

Once all this was set up, it was night time already. For the next few days, they went there and practiced for hours, while Louise stayed home. Finally, he tected MJ, "I feel like I'm going to go to school tomorrow. I can't stay in my room the whole year,"
"Aww, that's a good decision, Loui! You miss me, don't you?" MJ texted back with a while, his guitar hanging by his shoulder strap. 
"Yeah, sadly I do," Louise replied.

Jerome looked at Ryan.
"Mitchelle and Louise got some good chemistry,"
"I'm so jealous," Ryan shook his head, "Because I want that too,"
"I've never seen a pair like those two. I hope they don't split up. They are such a vibe. Though, MJ is kinda crazy,"

"Jerome, you WILL sing the vocals," MJ walked towards him with a gun.
"Put the gun down, bruh,"
"Learn to live, man. You can't do this shit when you're 40, that'll be embarrassing. But now, now we are teens and stupid. We are allowed to do silly things! What are people gonna do? Laugh at us? They are already doing that!"

"Fine!" Jerome turned back, "I'll do it"

The next day, everything was arranged and Louise was walking towards his class. MJ, Ryan and Jerome spread posters of this little opening show for the pop music club. MJ thought it was a lame name but it was only temporary. They'd come with a better name later. Louise was surprised they already had a room. Nobody told him about it. But he was very happy to see not only the beautifully decorated new room but also his new drum kit. He was so happy. 

"I wish I could have performed with you guys this afternoon," Louise looked at MJ.
"Well, next time, you will. This one is for you, anyways,"
"You guys...You wrote a song for me?"
"No, we wrote it for Henry," Ryan said, "Because Henry makes you sad, he sucks,"

Around three, everyone started gathering in their club room, by 3:30, the room was packed and the show was ready to be started. MJ wore his guitar strap, Ryan got his bass guitar and Jerome got his soundboard. He brought the mic closer to his mic and looked at the crowd, Henry and his trolls were also there, laughing at them in the crowd. 

"Yo guys, this is the first song we ever wrote together as a band and this one we'd like to dedicate to a very special friend of ours, Henry!"
"What? Me?" Henry looked surprised, "What did I do?"
"Henry has really inspired us consistently to make this band, because he's just such a piece of shit," Everyone howled as they looked at Henry. Jerome literally called him that! Henry did not look happy but he was quiet. MJ, Ryan and Jerome started playing the music 

https://youtu.be/-l9n6oDgatw

Before they could even complete, Henry jumped on the stage and punched Jerome on his face. Jerome retaliated and the entire crowd started yelling. Ryan hit his bass on Henry's head and Henry fell on the ground, bleeding profusely. His trolls came next, they started fighting on the stage and the crowd went wild. Everyone was screaming, hooting, someone farted in the crowd so some people were just coughing and waving their hands across their face. 

That's when they heard Mr Wilson, "STOP IT! EVERYONE GO BACK HOME OR I WILL MAKE SURE THAT ALL OF YOU FAIL YOUR HISTORY CLASS! GO BACK, I SAY!" Everyone started dispersing, "Ryan, take Henry to the nurse's office. MJ and Jerome, meet me in the faculty room. Hurry up!"

"Well, MJ," Jerome looked at Ryan, grab Henry and take him away, "Are you gonna get in trouble?"
"Well, we sang about sucking dicks so..."
"IT WAS YOUR IDEA!"
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I got another idea,"

-To be continued