"Look what we have here?" Sky, one of his trolls said, "It's Mitchelle Jobless,"
"Fuck off, Henry. I'm not in the mood today," MJ said.
"Oh wow, lemme guess why? No girl? Aww... Probably because you are too much of a faggot, Mitchelle. Why don't you fuck Louise, he'd like THAT,"
"Keep Louise out of it,"

"Oooo, scary. You almost got me pissing my pants," Henry brought his face close to MJ and MJ looked away.
"What? You sucking Louise off? Lemme tell you something, Mitchelle, since you're a new occurrence. Louise is my fucking bitch, capeesh?" Henry looked into MJ's eyes. MJ punched Henry and Henry punched him back. Henry and four trolls got on top of him and began punching him. MJ kicked and punched. MJ dug his fingers into Henry's face, he screamed. They all yelled as they kicked MJ and then he passed out. Cussing him out.

When he woke up, he was in Clarence's lap, "Oh gosh, you're conscious again," Henry was gone. Probably he freaked out when MJ crashed on the lawn grass. So he ran away like a coward that he is.
"...Why did you agree to come here?" He asked Clarence.
"Because you passed out and-"
"To this party, Clarence. Nobody here knows you,"

"...Because everyone here adores you. I want to be part of them,"
"Nobody adores me, Clarence,"
"I do,"

MJ got up from his lap and sat on the grass, rubbing his temples. The music was muffled by the glass door between the lawn and the living room, the curtains were drawn. It was cold outside, everyone was out there, dancing near the Halloween bonfire.

"I want to go home and go to bed," MJ looked at Clarence.
"Not yet" He heard the voice that he didn't want to hear that night. He turned around, "Louise!" And Ryan and Jerome, all of them standing together. Louise had a small bruise near his lip and blue knuckles, "Louise?.... What happened?" MJ asked him.

"Met a screwed up buck who thought he was shit, so, shoot my shot"
"You fought with Henry?"
"He beat me quite bad, I will be honest,"
"Of course he did. What were you thinking you dick?"
"I wasn't. I just got into a rough tussle,"
"Why?"

"What was I supposed to do? Watch him just obliterate my best friend? I may be weak, but I'm not trash. I will fight for dignity...and for yours. I think that's the least you deserve,"
"You fought for me?" MJ's left ear, hands and legs were bruised, "Even when I yelled at you? And told you fuck off?"
"Even when you stood for me. So, I stood up for you. Now, we're even...Evenly bruised," They laughed. Then, Louise looked at Ryan, "Whose this? You're friends,"

"Oh, no, I was just-"
"We're friends," MJ said. Louise nodded, "Cool outfit," He brought his hand forward, "My name is Louisianez Louverne, Louise for you,"
"Hi, Louise," Clarence shook hands with him, "I'm Chae Clairence. You can call me Claire,"
"Wait, you're a guy?"
"Em, yeah,"

Louise looked at MJ, "Why are all your friends always weirdos,"
"Why do you think you and I are friends?"
"Oh, shut up,"

Jerome and Ryan introduced themselves too. Then, Ryan looked at MJ, "Now come, everyone is waiting,"

"What do you mean "everyone"?" MJ asked.
"What? Don't you want to perform the song we messed up at Tulare Mariana High?"
"...Wait, did you really-"

It wasn't a stage, just a set of their instruments kept in the lawn, Chelsea and Malcolm, her boyfriend, had arranged for them. Everyone was waiting there in front of the instruments with their drinks their hands, even Henry. MJ walked through the crowd and got to his sea green guitar, waiting for him on the stand. Ryan, Jerome and Louise got on their instruments. They looked at MJ, "You take over from here. You're good with crowds," Ryan smiled.

MJ was so flabbergasted. He looked ahead. Clarence was there, smiling at him. Chelsea looked at them. MJ had never felt that before. He had been with bigger crowds, but he had never felt that wanted and loved... by these three idiots behind him and that one idiot in a dress in front of him. Clarence was there in the front, beaming almost. These people really did care about him, huh? They wouldn't just abandon him if he were to get lost in his mind? They wouldn't abandon him when he got cross with the big guys.

"This one..." MJ took a long sigh on the mic, and the crowd became quiet, "This one is very special to me. I wrote this song thinking about a girl who'd date everyone but me. I wrote it out of spite and jealously. But tonight, it's so much more than just a song about a cowardly, secret admirer. I don't give a fuck about the lyrics, I don't even give a shit if it sounds like ass and we mess it all up again. All I know is that I love the people I'm performing it with," He looked at Clarence, "It's worth the fantasy," The crowd howled and Louise tapped his drumsticks and there it all started again.

https://youtu.be/fJQIGKbVAVQ

MJ bowed. Everyone clapped, even Henry's girlfriend. She looked at him, "These guys are so damn good! I didn't even know they were in our school,"
"Yeah, that one with the grey eyes, he's my friend,"
"Really honey? Won't you ask them to perform for my birthday next month?"
"Of course, I will!" Henry faked a smile. How the fuck is going to ask Louise to perform for his girlfriend after beating him up just tonight? He'll give it some time. He still had twelve days.

While the crowd got inside the house again, the boys started packing their instruments. Many girls surrounded Jerome, asking him to play something for them.

"Why am I the leadsman and still he gets bitches, and I don't,"
"Because he's hot," Louise said.
MJ turned back and looked at Louise, "Did I do it right this time, though?"
"Shut up or I'll make out with your face," MJ walked away.

Louise looked at Ryan, and Ryan winked, "Told you he's in love with you,"
"No, he isn't. He's just so happy, he became gay,"
"He's always gay,"
"He's European,"
"WHAT?" Ryan looked confused, "He's from Texas,"
"Oh yeah, I remember. But he did live in the UK for a while," Louise tired sticking to his point, he hated losing arguments, even if it made him look more stupid as he went on.
"Oh my god, he's not European. He's American who lived in UK for like 5 years.

"Well, in that sense none of us is European here,"
"I am European"

"Why does it matter, he's a fucking colonizer like you and me. End of discussion,"
"I'm not a colonizer," Ryan raised his eyebrows.
"You're literally whiter than me, Ryan"
"Bitch I'm Irish,"

"So what?! Your ancestors colonised...America!"
"My ancestors were slaves, you dick!"
"...Hang on, there were white slaves? I thought that's a black people thing,"
Ryan rolled his eyes, "Yes, they were enslaved by the English,"
"So, you can relate to Jerome?"
"...That's the most racist thing I've ever heard from you, Louise,"
"WHAT?! How's that racist?!"
"I'll forgive you,"
"FOR WHAT?! Oh my god, you ex-slaves. So sensitive,"

Ryan laughed, "Ex-slaves,"
MJ hopped between them, "What are you guys talking about?"
"Slavery," Ryan said.
"So, Jerome?"
"Why is everyone here so racist?!" Ryan held his head.
"Ryan's ancestors were slaves too," Louise told MJ.
"Yeah, I know. He's Irish, right?"

"...Am I the only ignorant person, here?!" Louise looked around.
Jerome walked up to them, "Hey guys, sorry, the girls got me late. But, what's up?"
"We're talking about slavery,"
Jerome looked at Ryan.
"Oh. Wow," Louise pressed his hands on his hips, "Wow, I'm the only one sleeping during Mr Winston's class, huh?"

"Whatever. I'm going home," Jerome said, "I'm on curfew and its getting pretty late,"
"Aww...I wished you guys stayed longer!" Ryan sulked. Chelsea hugged them all good bye. MJ and Louise walked back home together, Chelsea and Jerome a few steps behind them. 

"Now," MJ looked at Louise, "It's time to address the elephant in the room," 

-To be continued