Hey guys, Chapter 2 is up. I have no idea when the third one is coming out. If you're reading this, you have my appreciation for reading past the first chapter. So, read, review, and give me your honest opinion
Glory: No, please, lie, stop him from publishing the third chapter. Please! Save my dignity!
Reason #2: Ideas
Glory stood at the front door to her apartment building. She'd pulled some strings, and the entire building was hers. Now, she watched from her position in front of the door, as the black mini pulled up, music blaring from the open windows.
"Hello Glory." Starflight called. He turned off his car, and went to the trunk, pulling out his suitcase with all of his music equipment. "How long do I have to set up?"
"A half hour. Set up in the backyard." She answered. "Also, You're late." She said, and slugged him playfully on the shoulder.
"Yes my queen." Starflight answered, and chuckled as he made his way inside. The building was empty, and seemed kind of creepy.
"If you want, I can get you an apartment here." Glory said.
"This far from all of my tech? What can I do?" She laughed.
"You can bring your tech. Speaking of, where's Bellator?"
"Behind you Ma'am." He answered. Glory jumped, shocked by his sudden appearance.
"God. You just can't, wit, I thought you were in his computer?" she asked the golden, glowing figure behind her.
"he's in my watch right now, I need him to help me run my music, and since I do DJ, then I use need him in an easily portable mode." Starflight answered. Glory watched him with interest. Every time she saw him, he seemed to get more and more futuristic with his gear. First a home built Audio system that put Sony and other big companies to shame, and then an Artificial intelligence, and he made his living building personalized computers.
"Well, then I guess I'm gonna leave you two to do your thing, and check up on Clay. You know your way to my backyard." She called behind her as she left the building. She hopped into her green BMW Z8, and drove off towards Clay's apartment.
"She left us alone huh?" Starflight muttered to himself.
"Master, Need I remind you about the last time-" Bellator was cut off.
"I know, I know, we can't go wild, but how about I set you up on the lap, you start running the program, I've gotta get the wiring done." Starflight took his watch off, opened the Usb on it, and pluged it into his briefcase. He left that on the back porch, as he walked over to where Glory had stored all of his goods, and opened the shed. Inside, sat all of his speakers, his cables, his ladder, and his tools. He pulled each one out, and began to set them up around the yard. He set some up on the walls of the building, and some under bushes. The point was, they were all hidden. Nobody would know where the music was coming from. He watched as the sun slowly went down. He had a feeling that this would be a night to remember. His thoughts were interrupted by Bellator.
"All done with the programs. If I may sir, this is going to be one of your more successful parties." He said.
"No need to get snarky with me. I know that the last one ended badly, but come on, it was a blast!" Starflight responded, even as he finished fixing the last of the speakers to the wall, high above the ground. "Run a test track would you?"
"Certainly." Bellator began to play Kick in the Teeth, and Starflight slid down the ladder, impressed with his own handiwork.
Clay jumped when his doorbell rang. He just barely managed to get a hold of himself, stopping himself from spilling the soup all over the stove. He set down the pot, wiped his hands, and went over to answer the door. "Hey, Glory." He said.
"Hey, how's the food?" She asked. Clay got this gleam in his eye.
"It's going to taste so good that God himself will come down from heaven to taste it!" He exclaimed. "Also, I'm gonna need some help getting it over to your place. There's quite a bit." he added sheepishly. Glory chuckled.
"Alright. I'll help you get it there. Though, the trunk of your dart is bigger than my Z8. I'll figure something out." Glory said, as Clay walked back into the kitchen. The counters were covered with food, of all types. Clay was famous for knowing the cuisine of at least 225 different cultures. Here, he displayed it all. Glory looked around the overloaded counters. "I think you need your food truck for this one." She said. Clay just sighed.
"Yeah. I figured. But, let's get this loaded, and then we can go back to your place." He said. He picked up a tray laden with chocolate truffles, and walked out his back door, to a waiting truck. An hour later, All of the food was loaded. Glory glanced at Clay.
"Why is there a moving truck?" She asked.
"Well, My landlord is a little annoyed that I keep making a mess, and so, wants me out."
"Wanna mopve to my building?" She asked him. Clays face brightened visibly.
"You mean it?" He aksed, and Glory just nodded her head. "Awesome! I'm gonna go and get some small stuff." Clay ran back inside, and left Glory alone to walk out to her car. She got in, and drove away, wanting to check in on Starflight. Clay watched her go from his window. He gathered a small laptop, some books, a pillow, and his blankets, loaded them in the cab of his truck, got in the driver's seat, and followed Glory, on the way to his new apartment.
Glory was entering her door, when she felt the entire building shake, to the tune of Papa Roach. She ran to the backyard, and nearly went deaf. "Starflight! Turn it down!" She cried, but the sleeping Starflight paid her no mind. "Bellator! Can You trun it to a volume where I can speak!"
"Certainly." He replied, before the noise blasting from the speakers diminished to a sensible level.
"Thank you." Shje walked over to the sleeping Starlifhgt, who was reclined in his chair, behind a table that made it look like he had to do a bunch of fancy stuff to get their music, his laptop propped open on it. She leaned in close to him, and then pulled back. No, this was going to be more fun. She pushed his chair to the stairs of her patio, and pushed him and his chair off of her patio. Starflight crashed intot he ground with an "OOfff." that made Glory smile. "Tweet, Tweet pretty boy." She told his prone figure.
"That was not necessary." he answered in a hollow voice. He still had some trouble getting the air back into his lungs.
"No, but it was more fun." she said. "Now come on, we need you back up here. I have no clue how to run your music." Glory helped him up, and led him back to the table, helping him with his chair. Shortly after, Clay burst into her backyard.
"Here's the food!" He cried out. He rol;led out a cart, laden with a multitiude of dishes, each on its own plate. The smell wafting off the cart was the most tantilizing thing that she had smelled in a long time. suddenly, a though struck her.
"Wasn't there more?" She asked. Clay nodded.
"I plan to run back to the truck as necessary." he answered. Starflight began to rais eth evolume on his music again.
"You wanna taste the grass again?" Glory called over her shoulder, never breaking eye contact with Clay. The volume slowly went down, and the yard descended into the soft calling of music, and conversation between the three of them. The silence was interrupted by a door being slammed open.
"You'd better have some food, because I just swam, and I'm hungry!" Came Tsunami's voice. Glory grimaced.
"Here's to hoping that you die from a food coma tonight." She teased, then grinned, and walked over to the doorway. "Where's the rest of the girls?" She asked. Tsunami sighed.
"They wansted to arrive 'fashinably late'" She answered, then noticed the others. "Starflight, please tell me that creepy talking computer isn't here."
"Oh, he's here. In fact, he's driving music tonight." He began, before Bellator interrupted.
"Sir, do you want the hip hop album, or the rock?"
"Make it the party album. Don't we have one of those?"
"No, sorry sir."
"Then take whatever music requests we get today, and start a party album, until then, just go all songs." Starflight and Bellator talked about how Starflight organized his music.
"alright, enough with the nerd talk, just get me some tunes." Tsunami growled. Starflight chuckle, and nodded to wher Bellator was working on his computer. Maelstorm's began to play loudly through the speakers, as Tsunami sat down to the table that sat in the middle of the yard. Slowly, party guests began arriving, ande the atmosphere grew livelier. At their small table, they were joine, in the middle of the comotion, by Sunny, who took the last available seat at their table.
"Is everyone here?" She asked, because the backyard was beginning to get just a little crowded.
"Not everyone." Glory got a glint in here eye that nobody liked. Just then, the reason for the glint was soon revealed. The door that led straight out to the fron yard nearly burst off of its hinges as the entire football team ran in, carrying bottles upon bottles of alcohol. The music cranked up to an ungodly volume, and everyone cheered. Soon, deathbringer walked over to their table.
"Room for one?" He asked casually, sitting himself on the table. He held in his hand, a small black duffel bag. "I brought you your favorite." He whispered into Glory's ear. Glory blushed a bit. She nodded at all of her friends.
"Let's head into one of the apartments. It wont be as loud." She said, standing up. All of her friends stood up , and they left, with nobody noticing the difference.
Once they'd all entered the apartment, Glory locked and closed the door behind them. They all sat at the bar, in the kitchen. Deathbringer went to the cupboards, and grabbed glasses, the sfot clinking of glass against glass calming Glory's nerves. He walked back to the bar, and began to pour everyone a glass of whiskey. Glory snatched her glass up, and took a sip. The rest of them were a bit slower to grab up their drinks. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Glory decided it was enough.
"We need to do something." She said. Deathbringer got a glint in his eyes.
"Truth or dare."
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