||ROX POV||

Man... where's my shawty? Ever since I FUCKED HIM UP cause he's a lil bitch he's been all scared and hiding in his room and shit.
Overall:
Oliver is a pussy.

Well, I've been in my room all fucking day fuckin making clay faces and shit. I mean, making faces then smashing them is nice for personal therapy and getting my frustration out but.... it kinda makes me feel like a crazy person.

I wrapped my hand up again because I legit broke it I think on concrete and headed out of my fucked up room.

||3rd POV||

Rox trotted his fat ass over to the bar, the place his boi, his best bro, his buddy ole pal, Joe was most likely to be. It just happened to be that Joe was there!! Drinking! Woah!

"Heyyyyy Joe! The fucks goin' on dude?" Rox leaned on the counter and looked at his boi, his bro.

"I'm drinking, the fuck you think I'm doin'?" Joe looked over at his brother, his compadre Rox.

"I dunno, I thought it'd be like polite to ask or something"