It was loud, hectic, and smelled like burnt pizza.

Darren had dragged Larten to probably the most awful and uncool place in all the universe since the 90s.

"Welcome to the West Side Roller Rink. Skate upgrades- 4.00 pesos."

Larten read the sign on the front door. Darren had taught him to read at a 3rd grade level, which was at least a start for the hard-headed older vampire. He didn`t exactly know the differences of currency. He had gotten extremely frustrated at his assistant one night. Saying "How dare there be multiple currencies. HOW DARE THEY DEFY ME! I guess you just can not trust people like you could back in the day. I will tell you Darren back in the d-" Darren decided that this would be a opportune moment to distract his mentor before he went off in an endless tangent. "Look ! Steve is behind you and he's writing graffiti all over that wall! He's writing all sorts of contractions! Oh god... It says "can't" . Oh no stop him! I... I... I can't look. He's making me want to be a thug."

"DARREN! Shield yourself or we will both become thugs! Steve I will kill you!"

" Crepsley ..." Darren spoke up innocently...

"Yes..." He turned his attention to the young mister Shan.

"I like it when you call me Big Poppa."

"Big Poppa ? Darren... What... The... Hell..."

"WESTSIIIIDE."

Anyways...

Larten and Darren pushed open the door to the skating rink and stepped inside. Darren was drawn to the place since Steve has turned him into a thug. The older Vampire wasn't sure what to do with him just yet, so he was just going along with his assistant's "swaggy swagger". As He put it.

They proceeded to pay their way in with pennies and got their skates.

"Look dawgizzle it's Kurdaizzle."

"Darren I do not find it appropriate for you to speak-"

"Son. Stop. What you need to do is find yo self a big booty hoe and get two chains. Not one, but two dawg. Then you gotta take yo pimp self down too the mall and buy some fun dip. Real thugs eat fun dip. Don't question it bruh. Ymcmb. Yolo. Keep it trill. Trill life. Thug. Word. Sizzle. Izzle. Swaaaaaaaaaaaaaag."

"Charna's guts Darren... Do you hear yourself? We need to get you to Evanna... She knew what to do last time..."

Larten spoke as Kurda floated by in a Tinkerbell costume on roller skates singing to Madonna.

"Come on Darren. Let us blow this popsicle stand. Time to bounce. Oh no... It is contagious!" Larten screeched like a little girl making everyone in a 70 mile radius flinch.

To be continued later, maybe tomorrow, maybe never muahahahhaahha.

PS. Darren loves youuuu

PSS. Larten hates you all.

PSSS. Darren wants Larten to say I love you.

PSSSS. "Olive juice" -Larten

Uhm yeah I don't own anything.

Not even a house.

Ideas? Hmu

I wrote this in 5 minutes out of the sheer need to write something.

I apologize for the length, I'm adhd and I never sit long enough to write for long. Also I apologize for calling Larten by his first name the whole time. His last name wouldn't show up for some reason everytime I tried to post the chapter.

The next chapter will be longer and better I pinky promise.