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[sub][i]Featuring: [color=ed1c24]Yung Steve[/color] & [color=pink]Allison Bentley[/color][/i][/sub][hr][hr][/center][color=ed1c24][b]"What should I do, Allison?"[/b][/color]

Yung Steve cried out, his hands in his hair as he paced back and forth in his room, frantically. There was a distraught look on his face, one that clearly showed that he was in distress. But what could Steven of the Youth be so torn up about? It was like his life was on the line, dancing on top of the thinnest of ice. Life was good for him! He had a killer performance not too long ago and he had fans hopping on his social media faster than rabbits on Easter. It was the most exposure he'd ever had, that actually did him favors and not just turned him into a laughingstock among his peers. 

But there he was, practically tearing his hair out over something, and Allison was huddled in a corner with a notebook on her knees. Her big blue eyes was tracking the Asian rapper, who was grunting and fuming over what appeared to be a life-changing decision. Allison was simply tapping a pen against her chin, glancing up and down from her notebook and Yung Steve. The freshman had no idea what she was doing in a place like this, but the phone rang and a phone call from Yung Steve wasn't something she could turn down. Not while the Yung Steve Signal was going off!

[color=pink][b]"I don't know, dude. What do you want to do?"[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Dude! That's what I'm asking you! I don't know what I want to do!"[/b][/color]

Yung Steve was getting increasingly frustrated with everything that was happening, with Allison's inability to think to his own inability to decide. The frustration was bothering him so much that he decided to flop onto his bed. A big poofing noise came from the bed as he fell onto it, rubbing the bridge of his nose in the meantime. He stared at his dark blue ceiling, before deciding to let his hands fall to the side.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Should I do it, Allison? Should I really do it?!"[/b][/color]

Allison was in the middle of scribbling [url=https://i.imgur.com/MeXgop2.png]something[/url] on her notebook before Yung Steve interrupted her. She clicked her pen before using it to scratch her temple. Allison was lost. The poor girl was starting to regret responding to the Yung Steve Signal, but if she didn't come over her phone would've been blown into an entirely different continent. She really had no choice, if you thought about it. 

[color=pink][b]"Steve-"[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Yung Steve."[/b][/color]

[color=pink][b]"Right..."[/b][/color] Allison rolled her eyes, [color=pink][b]"Wait. Hold on. I've known you since before I could even walk. Why can't I call you Steven anymore?"[/b][/color]

Having wrestler parents did that to you. Yung Steve and Allison were around each other long before Yung Steve was even a thing. As a matter of fact, if you dug close enough on episodes of AWE, you could spot Yung Steve and Allison hanging around backstage with their parents. Their friendship went back a long way, to say the least.

[color=ed1c24][b]"People don't call Snoop Dogg "Calvin". Respect the game, Allie-son."[/b][/color]

[color=pink][b]"That isn't my name!"[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Neither is Steve or Steven."[/b][/color]

[color=pink][b]"...yes it is!"[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"...shut up. That ain't the issue here, Alls!"[/b][/color]

Yung Steve took a moment to grab a pillow off of his bed and chuck it at Allison. Luckily for her, the pillow was a mile off of her head, so Allison didn't move a single inch nor did she even flinch. She knew Yung Steve wasn't going to do hit her with a pillow, and even if he did it wasn't going to be hard nor was it going to hurt.

[color=pink][b]"If you want to run for the student body, go for it. There's nobody that can stop you, not even me. Not even my mom."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Which one? Wait- y'know what? They're both pretty scary."[/b][/color]

Yung Steve shook his head. He always had a fear of Death Adder and Tsunami, even though they were far from the feuding wrestlers they were many years ago. Allison [i]still[/i] didn't understand why he was so scared of her parents.

[color=ed1c24][b]"You think I'll win, though?"[/b][/color]

[color=pink][b]"I dunno. You think I'm a fortune teller? I can't tell the future, [i]Steve[/i]."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"YUNG STEVE. ALLISON. WE WENT OVER THIS. I'm not trying to lose! I want people to put some respek on Yung Steve's name! Unlike [i]some people.[/i]"[/b][/color]

Yung Steve got up from his bed and glanced at Allison momentarily, before putting his hands on his head and pacing back and forth. [color=ed1c24][b]"If I do this... will you promise to vote for me?"[/b][/color] Yung Steve asked curiously, staring Allison down with those dark eyes of his. 

[color=pink][b]"Uh, yeah. Sure."[/b][/color] Allison wasn't really wanting to waste her vote on Yung Steve. She already knew that he didn't stand a chance against the Greens and Helmsleys that were expected to take the ballot. But she pitied the poor guy, he was probably going to have less votes than she had fingers on her hands, and she had all ten fingers. 

[color=ed1c24][b]"Real shit?!"[/b][/color] Yung Steve exclaimed, [color=ed1c24][b]"I'm gonna do it, then! I'm gonna run for president. King of the school. Call me President Yung Steve."[/b][/color] Yung Steve was just about to run out of the room in celebration, before pausing mid-stride.

[color=ed1c24][b]"How do I sign up, again?"[/b][/color]

Allison leaned back against the wall, sighing.

[color=pink][b]"Damn it, Steven..."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"[i]Yung[/i]. [i]Steve[/i]."[/b][/color]