Chapter 2: I. the party
The two walked from Donald's study to his living room to discuss what the plan was for Jack's upcoming date with Elsa. To Jack's dismay, Donald Glover just sat on his sofa and stared at the fireplace.
Slightly upset, Jack went up to Donald and told him, "Hey, Donald? Weren't you supposed to be helping me?"
"Nigga, shut up. Let me remember what I was supposed to do this week." Gambino said and soon after went into deep thought.
Every second that passed was excruciating for Jack; time itself had felt like it slowed down to the speed of a snail missing a chromosome, and just when Jack felt like he couldn't take it anymore, Childish Gambino stood up from his sofa after what seemed like an eternity and sauntered towards Jack.
"Well, what do you have to say?" Jack prodded.
Taking a deep breath, Childish Gambino curtly stated, "Alright. So after taking a deep introspective look into my mind, I remembered that there's this party going on at my house this Thursday, at 7 PM PST. Luckily, your date's on that day, so why not invite her to the party?"
"Who's going to be there?"
"You know, just some niggas I know. Kendrick, ScHoolboy, A$AP Mob, maybe Yung Lean will turn up-"
"Wait, what? I just heard Kendrick, right?"
"Yeah, you did."
"He's one of my favorite rappers! I can't wait to see him!"
"Nigga, don't dick ride him when you see him, and remember: The point of this is trying to get Elsa to dick ride YOU. Remember?"
Jack looked stunned and then softly said, "Oh yeah."
After a few minutes had passed, Childish Gambino said, "Well? What are you going to do, Jack?"
Speedily, Jack Frost took his cell phone out of his pocket, and texted Elsa,
"Yo, i've got plans 4 our date"
He soon got a reply,
"i'm all ears :)"
Gambeezy himself took a peek over Jack's shoulder and at his phone, and boisterously proclaimed, "Yo, she gave you the smilie face. That means she wants the D, bruh."
Shushing Glover, Jack then texted Elsa in a hurry,
"well, there's this party over at my friend's donald's house, you dwn to come?"
Ding.
"a party? tht sounds like fun! wut time is it going to be?"
"7 pm"
"okie! sounds good to me. see you there, jack :)))"
Gambino heard Jack lightly chuckle to himself, and ripped Jack's phone out of his hands. Looking at the text that he had received, Gambino roughly shouted, "Yo, forreal? She gave you 3 smiles in that smilie, Jack. THREE FUCKIN' SMILES, NIGGA. You know what that means?"
Puzzled, Jack went ahead and said, "Uh, no, not really?"
"Call me crazy, but I think she'd be down to have another date, in like, a week. Just keep that in mine, bruh."
"Alright! This is gearing up to be a pretty fun night."
Donald glanced over all of Jack's person and said, "Well, not with those duds."
"But… these clothes are nice!" Jack cried in agony.
Once again, Gambeezy put his arm over Jack's neck and told him, "A hoodie and some raggedy-ass pants? To top it off, you're barefoot? Elsa ain't gonna dig that, nigga. Have you SEEN what she dresses in?"
"Yeah, I know, but-"
"If you want to play the part, you've got to dress the part."
"So, you're playing the part of some bummy dude, wearing that jacket all the time?"
"Shut up, nigga. All you ever wear are those raggedy pants and iced over hoodie."
Giving into Gambino's pleas, Jack finally sighed, "Alright, I'll bite. Just promise me one thing, though."
"Shoot."
"Promise me that you'll be there."
"Hey man, 'till 3005, I got your back we can do this, hol' up."
"Really, you had to plug in another one of your songs?"
"I had to man. It's fun to do this kind of shit, bruh."
Their conversation had come to a close on the subject, and the two made their way up to Gambino's personal wardrobe, containing a plethora of clothes to pick from, from all kinds of designers from Raf Simons and Rick Owens, and a multitude of colors. This wardrobe beat Jack's by a million miles. Aisles of clothes were neatly organized by the type of garment; all the pants were in their own aisle, buttoned shirts were in their own aisles, t-shirts in their own, and shoes had their own rack.
Turning around, Childish Gambino wistfully spoke, "Judging by looks alone, you're as tall as me, and our builds are kinda like each other. So all this shit that I have will probably fit you."
"So, what should I wear?" Jack asked.
"Well, let's just go with a simple outfit. Nice red button-down-"
"Dark blue."
"Fine. A nice DARK BLUE button down shirt, black jeans and some black Nike Roshes. That should be enough."
Quickly, they got together Jack's outfit, and Jack slept over Gambino's house. As soon as the two awoke, they got everything ready for the party; they got the drink, they got all the good food, and more importantly, they got some sick ass slaps to play on Gambino's killer sound system.
"Yo Jack, what'd Elsa say?" Gambino asked politely.
"She's coming, and her sister's driving her over here." Jack replied.
Gambino nodded in confirmation, and was looking out the front door to check if anyone he knew came by. To his surprise, Lil' B The Based God went up to him and gave him a high five, and to Gambino's dismay, all of what Lil' B had said was unintelligible, since all Donald Glover could understand from him was "swag" and "based". The next person to come up was Chief Keef, and he was exactly like Lil' B, except that Chief Keef seemed like he had autism, and all Chief Keef ever said was "sosa" or "bang bang" or "OBlah".
"You see, Jack," Gambino whispered. "I told you that he doesn't say much."
"Can't disagree with you there, man." Jack said.
One by one, familiar faces from the hip-hop industry came through the door: ScHoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar and the rest of Top Dawg Entertainment, Drake (the soft nigga), Mac Miller, Chance The Rapper, who is a close acquaintance of Gambeezy, Busta Rhymes, Danny Brown, and a whole slew of other people ranging from Rihanna to Jamiroquai was at the party.
"Geez," Jack thought. "I didn't know that Gambino knew so many people. I guess this is what you get when you're in the rap game, I guess."
Tyler the Creator and the rest of Odd Future came through, and in their style, got turnt the fuck up as soon as they got through the door.
In just 10 minutes of the party, everyone felt comfortable and started to talk to each other as if they were old friends. But there was something that was bothering Jack. Where was Elsa? Oh lord. She probably stood him up because he's just some lame guy who just fucks up everyone's day by snowing in places any time he felt like he wanted. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a girl whose skin was as white as snow and eyes as blue as the water. If you can't tell already, it's Elsa. Slowly but surely, Jack ambled towards Elsa, and playfully said, "Hey! Glad you could make it, Elsa."
"Don't worry about it; I think we're going to have a lot of fun." Elsa said while giggling.
Boy, did they have fun at that party. People were getting so turnt up that every bathroom in Gambino's house was being taken up by someone pissing, or throwing up into the toilet, which Gambino would attend to at a later time. There was a freestyle session happening in one corner of the house, with Gambino and Kendrick Lamar duking it out with some of their best lines. Nicki Minaj was talking to Snoop Dogg about a possible collaboration, and Yung Lean was doing stupid shit with his Sad Boys, mainly talking about their anime waifus from shows such as Kill La Kill and Persona 4 The Animation. The music was blaring, Danny Brown was getting fucked up on some ecstasy, A$AP Rocky was tryna get his dick inside all the white girls, and how could we forget Jack Frost and Elsa having a nice conversation with each other on the sofa?
The two were chortling loudly when Jack asked Elsa , "So, how do you like the party?"
Through the heavy amounts of bass and voices, Elsa replied, "It's real fun! I didn't know that you had a friend who knows so many people…"
Chuckling, Jack retorted, "Yeah, that's what happens when you fly through someone's window one day."
"So, wait. YOU came through someone's window, and they just HAPPENED to be some mega-hip hop star?"
"He's not really a big star, he's a little on the underground"
"Who is he, then?"
"Childish Gambino."
"Oh my god! I love his music!"
"I didn't know you were the type to listen to that kind of stuff, your highness."
The comment that Jack made about her status as royalty made her snicker a little, and to his comment, she said, "I'm not royalty, Jack! I'm just a Queen in some animated movie that made, like, a billion dollars."
"What?" Jack said puzzled.
"What?" Elsa replied.
There was a small space of silence until Elsa said to him, "You know Jack, it's been a while since I've talked to you. I'm glad that we were able to meet up again."
She was beaming as she said this, and Jack said, "Yeah, it was nice to see you again. Damn, I need to get to know you better. After all, birds of the same feather flock together, right?"
"The same goes to you. I need to know YOU better. And I guess we're the same because we've got the whole ice power thing going on, you know."
"The ice thing is pretty cool."
"Agreed."
Elsa awkwardly laughed and tried to place her hand on top of Jack's when he wasn't looking, but then recoiled when Jack whipped his head around to see what was upon his hand.
"Um, hi." Elsa shyly murmured.
"Yo." Jack curtly responded.
All of a sudden, Childish Gambino came bursting out into the crowd of people and shouted, "Alright everyone, party's over. Someone decided to masturbate all over someone's beaten body during a fight, and that's not cool. Tyler, I'm lookin' at you, nigga."
Sheepishly, Tyler, The Creator snickered out, "Ain't sayin' it was me, bruh, but that shit was funny."
Everyone's head was down when they were all walking out of Gambino's house. The dejected look on Kendrick Lamar's face was enough to make anyone feel the pain that he experienced that night. Rihanna looked especially morose when she was walking out of the house with Chris Brown, who was clutching her weave in his hand. Everyone knew what was going to happen between the two of them later that night. Danny Brown was delusional, and didn't know that the party was over, but decided to follow everyone out of the house. Elsa, with a downtrodden look on her face, was about to step out of the house, into the glacial night air until Jack seized her arm and said, "Elsa, wait!"
Elsa jolted her head and fixed it towards Jack's direction, and innocently asked, "What is it, Jack?"
"Let's do this again. Just the two of us, next time."
Elsa's sorrowful smile turned into one that was filled with bliss and elation when she heard those words come out of Jack's mouth and to that, Elsa answered, "I'd love to Jack. Just tell me when."
Just when Elsa and Jack's conversation ended, a swarm of people swallowed Elsa into their crowd in a hurried frenzy. That was the last time that Jack ever saw her for that night. She's coming back, don't worry. Everything was still in the Glover household as Jack trotted his way up to Gambino's personal study, where Donald Glover himself was waiting for him. Gambeezy was just browsing tumblr, and would you believe it? He was looking at Jelsa stuff. Looking over his shoulder, Jack thought to himself, "Wow, we really DO look nice together as a couple.
As though reading his mind, Childish Gambino curtly stated, "You see, this is what you'll get if you're able to woo Elsa."
"Did you just use the word 'woo'?" Jack asked.
"Don't question me, nigga. My word choice is beside the point right now, can't you see the possibilities that are gonna be opened once you and her start dating? It's all here on the magical world of tumblr, Jack."
Donald Glover wasn't lying when he said that. The two spent about an hour crying over this one fanfiction called "Frostbitten" which was artfully written by Arialene. Seriously, that was one good fanfiction, almost had me in tears too. After that hour they spent, Gambino told Jack, "Yo, let's call it a night, bruh. You can stay over again too." Jack changed into a pair of pajamas and hit the sack, which for that night was Gambeezy's couch, which was very plush and comfortable. Just before he was about to doze off into a deep slumber, he heard a bing come from his phone.
"Who could it be…" Jack murmured groggily.
The text in question was from Elsa, which read, "good nite, jack. don't let the snow bees sting :)"
To that, he responded with, "night, your highness. sleep tight, and dont let jack frost nip at your nose :P"
"Ah," Jack thought to himself silently. "I'm one cheesy motherfucker, aren't I?" That was his final thought as he set off for a well deserved rest for all the things he accomplished today.
