[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLjRkNjZhMy5RMkYwWTJnaC4w/rhesmanisa.regular.png[/img] [img]https://cdn0.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/Qkm1flZGMX7FoOUVG8rmbKxY5KU=/400x0/filters:no_upscale()/cdn0.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_asset/file/7773251/objdropz.0.gif[/img] [i][sub]A Collaboration Feat- oh shit, wait… this isn’t a collab? Hot damn! Featuring: [color=ed1c24]Yung Steve[/color], [color=dodgerblue]Justin Quentin[/color], [color=lavender]Brianna Chang[/color][/sub][/i][/center] [hr][hr] Suave Steve. Hot Steve. Sexy Steve. Swaggy Steve. Yung Steve was feeling himself at this party as usual. Free drinks was a surefire way to make sure he showed up at any school function. Either that, or a promise that he was going to be able to perform his bangers. Obviously he wasn’t performing tonight (thank god), so he was taking advantage of the free drinks. Yung Stevey was a rum and coke kind of guy, that being 99% coke and like three drops of rum inside. The only thing lighter than the living legend himself was his tolerance for alcohol, and a drunk Yung Steve wasn’t exactly the best kind of Yung Steve. Not if you liked your shoes barf-free. He was bobbing his head to the killer tunes. They weren’t bad, but the aspiring rapper knew that he could do better. He knew some of his tunes would really liven up the place, but little did he know that it would only be because of the beats and not the lyrics. Taking a meager sip of his “rum and coke” he continued to relish in his own company. People slept on him, and that was okay. He just wished that people slept [i]with[/i] him instead. Seeing Justin Quentin, the recently promoted quarterback pass by, Yung Steve couldn’t have passed up the opportunity to call him over. The first man to hit up his local quarterback? He didn’t mind if he did… even though if he actually wasn’t. [color=ed1c24][b]”Yo Justin! What’s up, bro![/b][/color] Justin heard his name over the music somehow, and turned around to see that it was Yung Steve. Oh boy. Discount Yeezy over here wanted a piece of him. He didn’t have a problem with Yung Steve as a person, but his tunes - well let’s just say that Justin thought that he would be able to produce a better product after some milk and a couple of minutes on the toilet than however long it takes for Yung Steve to make a so-called “banger”. He couldn’t turn down Yung Steve though. There was no reason not to, and now that he had made eye contact with him. Walking over to his table, Justin dapped Yung Steve before he returned the question that everyone asked but nobody wanted to truly answer. [color=ed1c24][b]”Ah, y’know. Just getting turnt… getting my drink on… ya feel me?”[/b][/color] Yung Steve raised his glass and stuck out his tongue to emphasize the point that he was getting ‘turnt’. Justin chuckled sheepishly. He was going to raise his drink, before he realized that it wasn’t exactly smart considering the drink that he had. It was a strawberry daiquiri, with more strawberry than alcohol in it. It wasn’t exactly the most manly of drinks, and Yung Steve apparently thought the same about his drink. [color=ed1c24][b]”Yo dude! Is that a girl drink! What the fuck, man? I thought you were some big baller like Lonzo.”[/b][/color] [color=dodgerblue][b]”What? This drink? This isn’t mine. I’m just holding it for someone, if you catch my drift.”[/b][/color] Yung Steve blinked for about two seconds, before nodding and pointing toward Justin. [color=ed1c24][b]”Ahhh I see… my boy Justin over here getting it! Damn that’s wassup!”[/b][/color] Holy shit. The lie actually worked. Just how dumb was Yung Steve? Justin couldn’t believe that the lie actually worked. Now what was he gonna do? The conversation appeared to grind to a stop, which left Justin and Yung Steve at an impasse. Justin was going to take this opportunity to exit the conversation and leave Yung Steve by his lonesome. Yung Steve really did think that Justin was holding a strawberry daiquiri for someone. Why wouldn’t he be? He was one of the coolest guys alive. He was the only person to help Yung Steve out when he lost out on that football clout after being cut from the team. He had nothing but respect for his quarterback. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Alright Steve-”[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]”Yung Steve, but go on.”[/b][/color] [color=dodgerblue][b]”Right… Yung Steve, uh I’m gonna head outside and just get some fresh air. I’ll check you later, man.”[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]”Wait shit, no way? I was about to do the same thing!”[/b][/color] Justin internally rolled his eyes, but externally he flashed a smile, an awkward one, but it was still something. What was he going to do now? He couldn’t just leave Yung Steve hanging but he didn’t want to be tied down by him either. He might as well have stuck it out and actually gave the poor kid some attention. Nobody else was going to, so it was up to him to be an upstanding member of the community and take one for the team. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Tell you what. I’ll meet you outside. I’ll catch up with you… I just gotta find the girl that this belongs to.”[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]”Alright man, suit yourself! I’ll catch you outside.[/b][/color] As soon as Yung Steve departed from his table, Justin stared him down until he left the room. At that point, he pulled the straw of his strawberry daiquiri out and downed it as fast as he could. That wasn’t a good idea, and his body told him so almost immediately. Feeling the wrath of brain freeze was no bueno as he put his hands up to his temples. He waited just a bit before it subsided, exhaling before he left the dance floor/bar. Stepping outside, Justin came to see that Yung Steve somehow got his hands on a football. The quarterback was confused, but he wasn’t going to question it. The bigger question was why the air smelled faintly of vanilla and cigarette smoke, but that was something he decided to forgo in lieu of Yung Steve. [color=ed1c24][b]”Yo Justin! Catch!”[/b][/color] Yung Steve threw, or at least attempted to, the football. It wasn’t exactly the best throw he’d seen. As a matter of fact, it was just straight up awful. It was wobbly and the ball wasn’t even pointed toward Justin. The quarterback did still manage to catch it, though. [color=ed1c24][b]”Pass it back, my dude!”[/b][/color] Yung Steve hopped up with his hands in the air, not realizing that he wasn’t in the proper position to catch the ball. Justin sighed as he took the football in his hand, getting warmed up as he was going to get into a game of catch with Yung Steve. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Alright. Coming in hot!”[/b][/color] Justin turned perpendicular to Yung Steve, planting his lead foot down pointed toward Yung Steve as he wound up his arm behind him. Justin then opened up his hips and brought his arm over, following through and bringing his thumb to his pocket as he threw the football to Yung Steve. Watching the ball sail, Yung Steve was tracking it perfectly, stepping back to give himself room. He really did look like he was going to catch it, until he didn’t. The ball met his hands, but Yung Steve couldn’t coordinate his hands to grip the ball. As a result, it bounced straight out and onto the deck. [color=ed1c24][b]”Good throw, dude! I’ll get it next time!”[/b][/color] Taking the football, Yung Steve just flung the ball forward which lead to an absolute duck. Justin caught it with ease, though. The display right now would explain exactly why Yung Steve didn’t make it on the football team. Repeating the same motion, Justin threw a slightly softer ball toward Yung Steve, which he still managed to drop. It was like Yung Steve’s hands were made of butter. No. Actually, butter got sticky, which would do a better job than those things Yung Steve called hands. [color=ed1c24][b]”I swear, Justin, I’m gonna make the team next year! Bet on it!”[/b][/color] Justin laughed as he received the ball from Yung Steve, before holding the ball to respond to Yung Steve’s ridiculous comment. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He saw birds with better hands than Yung Steve, and birds didn’t even have hands. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Alright dude, I’ll be sure to throw to you the most!”[/b][/color] The starting quarterback was painfully aware that he was inflating Yung Steve’s ridiculously inflated ego, but he also didn’t want to be a party pooper. For the time being, Justin was just going to have to live with Yung Steve’s antics. [color=lavender][b]”Hey guys, mind if I join?”[/b][/color] Brianna had emerged from seemingly nowhere, stepping up to the boys who were playing a game of catch at a party. Nothing better to do, huh? It’s okay. Brianna didn’t have anything better to do either anyway. For Justin, Brianna was a godsend. He didn’t really know much about her besides that he thought she was a guy earlier in the year. However, he- er she was bound to have better hands than Yung Steve. Justin pivoted and threw the football to Brianna, who caught it perfectly. Thank god, someone who could finally catch. Brianna then threw it to Yung Steve, who actually wasn’t quite that bad at throwing. Taking a closer look at her, Justin realized where he recognized her from. Yung Steve, of course, failed to catch the ball. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Hey… aren’t you that girl who hangs out with the Combat Club? Like with Owen and them? Not the tall chick... uh… Brianna, right?”[/b][/color] [color=lavender][b]”Yes sir. You got that right.”[/b][/color] [color=dodgerblue][b]”Oh shit. That’s cool, dude. Those people in the Combat Club are some cool people.”[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]”Oh fuck! You’re part of the combat club?[/b][/color] Yung Steve hurled the ball to Justin in an embarrassingly terrible motion, before turning to Brianna who had formed a triangle between the three. [color=ed1c24][b]”Those dudes are my boys!!! Especially Owen.”[/b][/color] [color=lavender][b]”Wait… you’re that rapper? Lil Steve?”[/b][/color] [b][i][u]Yung[/u][/i][/b] Steve had the most perplexed look on his face as Brianna mislabeled him. He looked at her as if she had murdered his dog in front of him. How dare she? How dare she slander the name of Yung Steve? Damn it, another sheep that needed education. [color=ed1c24][b]”No. It’s [i]Yung[/i] Steve. Not y-o-u-n-g, but y-u-n-g.”[/b][/color] Brianna raised her hands apologetically for getting Yung Steve’s name wrong. Seems like this guy carried himself seriously. She respected the hustle, and to a lesser extent, the attitude. [color=lavender][b]”Alright Yung Steve… why don’t you drop some bars for us? Use my name and Justin’s name as part of the lyrics. Justin can bring some beats.”[/b][/color] Justin promptly pulled out his phone and went on YouTube to find some instrumental. Something heavy with bass just like Yung Steve’s style. He finally found one and cranked his phone to max volume. The three stepped in closer to hear the bars and the beat faster. Yung Steve did a little weird ass dance to get warmed up as he was formulating the lyrics in that weird mind of his. [center][b][i] Justin and Brianna Rap [sub]by Yung Steve[/sub] [color=ed1c24]”Aw yeah. Check it. My boy Justin He ain’t bustin’ His sandwiches don’t leave the crust in He don’t fuck with no crustaceans All he gets are the bonds He’ll throw the ball across the pond Not like he needs a wand He a big baller, And he don’t need to get taller. Now, this girl Brianna She got a key on ya. She’ll beat you into Africa Yuh, bless the rains Uh, she gonna reign Like she Bane She ain’t tame Don’t give me no blame I just want the fame And she want the game."[/color][/i][/b][/center] A glass of milk was all it took to make something better than Yung Steve’s raps. Justin and Brianna were trying their damndest to avoid laughing at how bad these bars were.