DISCLAIMER: THERE IS NO EXACT "TIME" IN THIS STORY. Like new school music exists, and old school, but Michael still attends music awards, concerts, etc. Like instead of him being born in 1958, He's born in like 1989. Everything just shifted about 20 years. And it take place in bad era. I hope that makes sense. I felt like if there were exact times, it would be boring and cliché.

A/N: Vote and comment y'all. Enjoy!

Michael's POV

I looked all around me. Debris, dirt, and other particles clouded the air. Outside was more smoggier then I thought.

The strong fumes made me want to choke, but I've been through enough today. A little smoke won't hurt anybody. Hopefully not me.

However, I began to cough viciously. "Hey Layla, we need to leave. It's getting to smokey out here."

She nudged my shoulder. "Yeah I know. It smells wicked out here."

Me, Layla, and her mom walked side by side. We were searching desperately for a car. Layla was planning on hot wiring it, so we can leave the cold reserve.

The grey clouds were quickly turning a beautiful blackish purple color and stars quickly scattered.

Our feet crunched against the brittle rocks. Comfortable silence quickly scattered across our atmosphere. We handled our stuff today.

I looked ahead, furthering myself from the explosion, only a clear path ahead. There were tall trees on either side of the trail we were on.

My serene thought were ripped with someone tapping me frantically.

"Michael! I got it! I found a car!" She pointed to this black car, with slight scuffs on it.

I smiled at her. "Good work Lays."

"Well thank you Mike and Ike." She winked at me, while heading to the car.

I giggled at her remarks. Silly girl.

Layla POV

I walked over to this black, sightly worn down car. It looks like it belonged to one of the guards, but we were pretty far from the building by now.

I went to the drivers seat window, and wiped the dust with my hands. I looked inside, hoping no one was in it! And to my advantage, it was vacant. I opened the door and started to work my magic.

I got underneath the wheel and started to take the plating, protecting the vital wires.

I glanced over at my mother and Michael; only to see them keeping watch.

I turned my attention back to the plate. I used my knife to snap the adhesive off, releasing the plate. Once I got that, I cut a few wires; the car starters of course, and I began to pair them with opposing wires.

I twisted the bronze stray aways together, until I could hear the car engines roar.

Someone tapped my shoulder, breaking my hotwire process. "Layla, Layla! There are 3 guards a few meters away, we have to start the car." My mom panicked.
My eyebrows began to knit together. I could've sworn we killed them all. "Light them up!" I yelled.

My mom put her machine rifle on top of the car and began to fire shots. The hot shells fell on my legs making me wince in pain.

"Okay get in! Hurry up!" I ordered. "C'mon Michael, get in the front seat."

2 guards were still approaching us while the other one lied on the ground, lifeless.

The cars engines were quite reluctant, but with a little more effort, I got the engines to work.

We all slammed the door simultaneously, and I floored the car. I drove quickly, and all I could hear was the bullets ricochet off my car.

"Smoke them Mike." I said, while looking in my rear view mirror.

He opened up the window and began to fire lethal shots at the only gaurd. Multiple bullets flew everywhere, but Michael finnaly shot him down. I watched in the rear view as the man collapsed.

With that, Michael put his head back in the vehicle and I sped off.

"Good work!" I heard my mom say in the background.

Michael sighed heavily. "Thanks guys!"

"No problem, hey, what time is it?" I put the question aloud, not caring who answered.

Michael looked at his watch. "It's 8:58pm, wow it's late." He gasped at his watch.

I sighed in annoyance. "Yeah, and that ride was about 1 hour, so what do you guys want to do to pass time?"

"Music! Music! Music! Music!" My mom chanted in the back.

"Okay, look in the glove compartment, lets see if they have any CD's." I pointed to the compartment, while keeping my eyes on the open road.

"Okay." Michael told me, scavenging through the box. "Aha! It's a CD holder, like a whole case!" He smiled.

I smiled at his enthusiasm. "Okay, pick a random one, let's see what this punk listens to!"

"Alright then!" He laughed.

He got a golden burned CD. It was clearly bootleg.

Haha brokies.

He placed it inside the slim, new fangled CD players they have here in the U.S.

I listened closley and the beginning of the song had a delectable beat. I was bobbing my head, along with Michael, the first 3 seconds of the song.

"Mike, blast this up!" I cheered.

Michael blasted the song, turning the notch all the way to 70.

My mom laughed. "This song may be good." She smiled.

We waited for the hook; or beat to stop, and for the lyrics to flow. The waves of the beats made the car shake.

The lyrics started to play loudly, and we listened closley.

"DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT NOW, LICK IT GOOD, SUCK THIS PUSSY JUST LIKE YOU SHOULD, RIGHT NOW, LICK IT GOOD, SUCK THIS PUSSY JUST LIKE YOU SHOULD."

I panicked in looked in the rear view mirror. My mom's eyes were bulged, and Michaels eyes were popping out. Oh no.

Michael frantically tried to turn down the music, but the notch was completely jammed.

"Michael! Do something!" I yelled, fighting my laughter.

The lyrics continued to play, while Michael struggled mercilessly.

"MY NECK, MY BACK, LICK MY PUSSY AND MY CRACK. FIRST YOU GOTTA PUT YOUR NECK INTO IT. DON'T STOP JUST DO IT DO IT. THEN YOU ROLL YOUR TONGUE, FROM THE CRACK, BACK TO THE FRONT. THEN YA SUCK IT ALL TILL I SHAKE AND CUM NIGGA. MAKE SURE I KEEP BUSTING NUTS NIGGA. ALL OVER YOUR FACE AND STUFF. SLOW HEAD, SHOW MUCH LOVE."

At this point, I was absolutely dying. I caught the chorus and began to rap to myself lightly.

I was cackling, grasping my stomach, while my free hand was on the steering wheel. Michael finnaly found found the off button because the music ceased.

He sighed heavily, ran his fingers through his curls, and smiled wanly. "I need to go bathe in the holiest water I can find" He started. "You alright back there miss Nancy."

I looked away from the road and into my rear view. Her face was completely blank. "I cannot unhear, what I just heard." She simply said.

Me and Michael burst into a fit of laughter. My mother quickly joined, shaking her head.

"That lady doesn't even feel remorse. In Africa, she would be thrown in a pit of alligators and have her clitoris cut off, and fed to her." She started calmly, but grew more aggressive.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Okay, I like chicken too mom." I said, changing the subject.

Michael snickered at my attempt.
"Hey mom?" I asked looking in the rear view.

"Yes baby?" She responded.

"Do you want to sing the Jambo song, for old times sake?" I smiled shyly.

Michael looked at us both confused, but he sat back down in his seat.

"Okay, sure. You start first, and we can sing the second verse together." She smiled.

"Okay."

"Jambo, Jambo Bwana, Habari Gani, Mzuri Sana, Wageni, Mwakaribishwa, Kenya Yetu, Hakuna Matata." I sung softly, snapping my fingers.

Me and my mother joined together, with Michael making percussion sounds with hands.

"Jambo, Jambo Bwana, Habari Gani, Mzuri Sana, Wageni, Mwakaribishwa, Kenya Yetu, Hakuna Matata." We sung together. Me and my mother sung in unison. We hummed the harmonies, and flutes in the song.

"It's your part Layla!" She told me.

I sung to aloud. "Kenya Nchi nzuri. Nchi ya Maajabu. Nchi yenye amani. Kenya Yetu. Hakuna Matata."

"He le le, hakuna matata. Hakuna matata. Hakuna matata. Kenya wote, hankuna matata." Michael sang along with me and my mother as he caught along with the lyrics.

Presumably the Hakuna Matata part because of the lion King.

We tuned it down a bit, and we were accompanied with slight giggles, splitting the silence occasionally.

"Hey? What does that song me-" He was cut off my the stereo blasting music again.

"THE BEST HEAD COME FROM A THUG. DICK GOOD, BIG THICK AND LONG." The stereo blasted. Michael quickly paused it, and turned around in his seat.

"Ms. Nancy? You still alright." He politely asked.

I looked in the rear view at my mother's reaction. She shrugged. "At this point, fuck it. Start it from the beginning" She cheered.
Michael smiled at her humour and replayed the track. We all began to sing separate parts, while the music blasted our ears.

"All you ladies pop your pussies like this. Shake you body don't stop don't miss. All you ladies pop your pussies like this, shake you body don't stop don't miss. " I sung, snapping my finger rhythmically to the beat.

"Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now lick it good." My mother sang, moving her body to the beat.

Michael took it away. "Suck this pussy just like you should." Michael winked, moving his finger down his body slowly. He giggled at his own gesture. "Right now, lick it good suck this pussy just like you should."

I laughed harder at Michael singing because he tried to sound feminine. Not to mention, he doesn't have a vagina.

We all sang the main chorus in unison. "MY NECK, MY BACK, LICK MY PUSSY, AND MY CRACK. MY NECK, MY BACK LICK MY PUSSY AND MY CRACK." We yelled.

Me, Michael, and my mother were all laughing recklessly in different harmonies, filling the car with happiness, and joy. Everyone's laughs were absolutely contagious.

I put closer focus to the open road, while I heard Michaels sweet giggles occasionally. I could see civilization, most importantly, The City.

I began to drive a little quicker, eager to get back home. The song was still playing, but none of us sung along, we only knew small portions.

Once the chorus came back on, we rapped our hearts out. I smiled looking at the road again.
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Laylas POV

I finnaly saw the bright red letters on the billboard a few meters from me, letting me know we made it back home. I swerved into the parking lot and parked in the public slots closets to the entrance.

I stopped the car and opened my door. I went to the back of the car to wake my mom up.

"Mom!" I poked her. "Hey, mom, wake up!" I shook her lightly.

She stirred a little in the seat before opening her eyes slowly. "We're home?" She asked hoarsely.

"Yes, now get up, and get out. I have to go wake Michael up." I told her.

She nodded in response, and used her fist to rub her eyes.

I left the door open and unlocked the passengers door. When I opened it, I saw Michael snoring lightly. His curls were messily scattered on his face, his lips curled into a slight pout, and his whole face was relaxed. His medium, dark eyelashes laid perfectly on top of his perfect cheek bones. The elimination from the Marriott lights made his Carmel skin glow perfectly.

I have to admit, I didn't want to wake him up.

"Michael. Michael." I shook him lightly. "Get up!"

He didn't even move.

"Michael, get up man, we gotta go." I shook him with more force.

My mom looked in the back seat annoyed. She moved from her place in the back seat, and joined me by the passengers side where Michael was.

"Move." She simply said.

"Michael, Michael." She shook him lightly.

Still nothing.

She joined her fingers together and cracked them. Then, she cocked her hand back slightly, and smacked him in the face.

Michael jolted out of his sleep and looked both ways hysterically, mumbling random noises. He knitted his eyebrows and slowly closed his eyelids.

Me and my mom both looked at each other, rasing our eyebrows. "MICHAEL, GET UP!" We yelled in unison.

Michael shook his head, and got up promptly.

"Michael you need a disguise!" I panicked, completely forgetting about his appearance.

"Oh yeah!" He snapped, reaching into his back pocket.

He pulled out a paper back and placed it on his head. He had two cut outs for eyes, and a small slit to breathe underneath.

Me and my mom looked at him, eyebrows raised.

Breaking the silence I spoke up. "Someone gave you the ugly?" I teased.

"I kept trying to tell them." He shrugged.

It was more funny because the sarcasm in his voice, and the paper bag on his head. Me and my mother both laughed at his poor disguise.

He took the bag off slightly, flashing his bright smile at me and my mom. "You guys suck!" He teased, placing the bag back on.

We giggled at his comment, and we joined arms. I put my arm on Michaels shoulder, Michael arm went on my mom's shoulder, and my mother's shoulder went on Michaels. We walked in slow motion to the Marriott's double doors.

We were the dynamic trio.

Short update. I'm sorry. I was super tired. Also this was kind of a filler. I wanted to give you guys a break from all the sad endings. Well, love you guys A lot.

~Kenny.