Louise ran upstairs and reached the terrace. Jerome and Ryan were arranging their instruments while MJ sat on an old table and ate his ham sandwich. That table was so old that it would make noises when touched, so old that it was probably made while Mr Dickson was still mentally okay, probably commissioned by Alexander the Great himself, that's how old it was. MJ kept it around, wondering if he could con his way into selling it to some antique museum and get himself a gold chain or a girlfriend.

We still don't the origins of this table or how MJ got a hold of it. 

"What's going downstairs?" Louise asked while still trying to catch his breath.
"Oh," Ryan took a pamphlet out of his pocket and read it out aloud, "We got a cow appreciation day today"

"The fuck is that?"
"Well, apparently it's for some stupid vegan program at school," Jerome said as he tried to push his keyboard plug into a socket. "They're tryna make us pet cows, feed them and see that they deserve to live...so that we'd stop eating them."
"They deserve to live in my stomach," MJ continued munching on his sandwich while looking inside his phone.
"Right...so," Ryan pushed his pamphlet back inside his pocket, disappointed that he couldn't talk about this topic in detail around his very anti-vegan friends. No, Ryan wasn't Vegan. But he was into every fad that piqued the interest of the white folks of Cali. 

"What if I take my beef sandwich to that gathering? Won't that be totally badass?" MJ ignored him. I can see him getting a detention already. 

"Why do you guys hate vegans?" Ryan asked.
"Because they won't stop virtue signalling about how righteous their choices are as they continue to consume plant products that mostly likely got child labour involved in some or all parts of production; a shit tonne of fertiliser that kills the biodiversity around it and causes mass fish death as it accelerates eutrophication in water bodies and clears acres of forest so that some random good-for-nothing privileged fuck can feel better about himself or herself that he or she cares about living beings. Wow, so sustainable! Fucking idiots," Jerome ranted while MJ continued to munch on his sandwich. 

Louise decided to be quiet. His sister was vegan. Or at least he thought so. 

"I'm not vegan. I'm vegetarian," Zalia told her mom and she slowly pushed the can of almond milk back to the kitchen racks. Mrs Louverne had got ten cans of almond milk. Had she been so enthusiastic about Mr Louverne's choices, he would've been a happier man today and probably would've begun balding a little later, though I highly doubt that. 

"Honey! As a doctor, I can tell you there's nothing wrong in eating a good ass hamburger" He bit into his dried-up, butter and steak sandwich...what even was that? Louise just stared at his father, in disgust, obviously. He had seen the wildest food combinations in his father's hands-- pepperoni and milk, pickle with molten marshmallows on top, sardines and jam-

Nah, that shit should be illegal. 

Louise looked disgusted as he watched his dad eat.
"Leave the vegan lifestyle to the gays and the gals. Now come, let daddy drop you at school"

"But Dad, I just remembered. I haven't done my homework," Louise squirmed in his chair. Mrs Fig would not like this.

"...What? LOUISE! Why didn't you say anything last night?! Oh my god, what you gotta make?"
"Kidneys,"
"Get me some cardboard. And make it fast,"

. . . Earlier this morning

MJ woke up and looked at his alarm clock. He got up and yawned, scratching his head. He got out of his bed, stood staring at the wall for a minute and then went to bed again. After 15 minutes, he got up again and decided to get ready. His curtains were simply a huge British flag. He brushed his teeth as he looked at his bathroom glass, bordered with diamonds. 

He sat on his gold-plated toilet seat and looked at the wall ahead of him, which read his biggest affirmation every morning, "Lucky to be born as a man, with Hitler's graffiti screaming Hee hee on a mike." 

MJ got out of his bathroom and looked at the books on his table. He grabbed the ones he needed that day, and that made his bag quite heavy. "Hmm... I can skip my history book, I'll share with Louise," Once that was out, the bag felt much lighter, "Wait, I'll share my Chemistry book with Ryan. We got the same class,"

He had a big poster, that he had more likely scribbled, "Bitch, I'm from Texas". He stuffed some lyrics into his bag, grabbed his guitar and walked downstairs. The chefs had created some magnificent breakfast as usual. MJ's mom and his stepbrother were already eating. 

"Mom," MJ stood before her, "I'll be a little late today?"
"Hanging out with friends?" She asked. There was a bloody British flag even behind her, hanging outside the window. You could see more British flags in this household than the whole of Britain. Clearly, Mr Kaise was proud of his British lineage. 

"Yes, with Louise and Ryan,"
"Whose Louise? Your new crush?"
"Mom, Louise is a guy,"
Ralf turned towards MJ, "You didn't answer her question, brother,"
MJ sighed, "No, I don't have a crush on Louise. Please, even if the entire human population goes extinct, and only Louise and I are left behind...I'd still not repopulate the world with him and let humanity die with us,"

"Honey, you're both men. Even if you want to, you can't repopulate the world with Louise,"
"Good, because I won't," MJ munched on his breakfast, ate loads, packed some in his bag and left for school. Wisha dropped him to school in a Rolls Royce.

"Your first band practice?" He asked as he drove.
"Yeah. Very exciting,"
"Oh, to be young with your dawgs," Wisha pulled his gun out, "When Mr Kaise was young, he was more hot-blooded. Now we finna stuck here in this boring ass country with hoes and AIDS,"
"I like how your hate for America did not stop you from getting the accent,"

Once they were at school, MJ got down and immediately realised that he had forgotten his science project. He turned back, "Wisha-"
But Wisha was gone already, "Well, guess I'll skip Mrs. Fig's class today," He walked to the school entrance and suddenly heard the noise of Louise's Mercedes. He turned back and saw Louise's dad, dropping him and Zalia off at the school gates. Louise had his biology project in his hands. 

But MJ wasn't even looking at Louise. Zalia looked so good that day, with her hair up in a high ponytail and her white, plated mini skirt with a navy blue sailor top. And she walked out of her car, her hair blew in the wind and she smiled. All the girls were surrounded and started talking to her. She had a magnetic charm to her, and she had many friends. They all walked beside her as they talked to her and they laughed together as they walked towards the football field. 

MJ just swooned over her from afar. But he wouldn't dare go talk to her, especially since what happened that weekend. 

Meanwhile in the backdrop, Louise walked towards the entrance like a miserable mosquito. He simply looked ahead and suddenly his leg landed on a pile of cow dung, "Aw man!" He pulled his leg out of it, "Ew," A cow stood before.
"It's organic," A farmer stood beside him and spat. His spit landed on someone "Hey!" He pulled his handkerchief like some MasterChef holding his salt between his two fingers and sassily cleaned the spit from his arm.  

There were so many cows around in the school garden, and they were destroying everything, the shrubs, the flowers...his brain cells, "What the fuck is going on? I feel like I'm in a modded game with terrible glitches"

Louise was pissed as he walked towards the bathroom. MJ had left for the terrace, obviously after stalking Zalia for a while. Once Louise was done cleaning, he began walking towards the class. But as his stars would have it, he met Henry and his trolls on his way, "Oh look, it's Anus," Henry smirked and grabbed his project, "And boy oh boy, what we got here,"

"Leave it, Henry. I'm getting late for class," But after a few exchanges of heated words, the inevitable happened. Henry and his trolls beat Louise up and broke his project. "Faggot!" They laughed as they left the halls. Now, Louise felt desolated and sad that his dad wasted all his effort this morning to help him build that project. 

No, he would not let his dad's hard work go to waste. Maybe the boys could help him, or at least he thought so. He ran upstairs with this broken project. Once he opened the door to the terrace, he found Jerome and Ryan arranging their instruments while MJ sat on an old table and ate his ham sandwich. The ham reminded him of the cow. 

"What's going downstairs?" Louise asked while still trying to catch his breath. The terrace itself has a big pile of hay to feed the cows downstairs. How long were they planning to keep these creatures? Doesn't Kerlin County High have enough animals as it is? Like Mr Dickson. 

"Oh," Ryan took a pamphlet out of his pocket and read it out aloud, "We got a cow appreciation day today"
"The fuck is that?"

While the boys talked among themselves, MJ's line of sight reached the distorted object in Louise's hand, "What is that? You biology project?"
"Well, it was. Henry broke it," Louise looked at his project.
"Did he also call you gay?" MJ asked.
"Yeah, the f word,"

"What a fucking dick. Henry always ruins everything, man."
"It's whatever. It's always been that way,"
"Always as in?"
"As in kindergarten. He even bullied me back then. Anyways, how do I fix this before Mrs Fig's class? My dad and I worked hard to prepare it this morning,"

"Let me help you,"
MJ tried fixing it, they had broken the wire wrapped around the thermocol kidneys. MJ looked at Jerome, "You got a knife?"
"Well, I got a butter knife. Does that work?"
"Yeah" MJ took a matchbox out, "Why do you have a matchbox?"

"Always ready for an apocalypse," MJ warmed the knife up under the lighter flame, "I heard thermocol cuts easily with hot knives,"

"You have a lot of random knowledge at the back of your sleeve," Jerome looked impressed.
"Well, I'm something of a...jack of all trades," Ryan looked at MJ's sleeves and then got back to his guitar. He was busy tuning his bass guitar while the other boys were busy with the project. 

"Hey, this looks so satisfying," Jerme watched the thermocol split easily, "Let me do it now,"
"Sure," MJ passed the matchbox to Jerome, who struggled to light up a matchstick. Meanwhile, MJ and Louise looked at each other while sitting on their haunches in front of the project, "So, what happened to Mr Warren? He got shot in his foot,"

"Yeah, he's in the hospital"
"So, no history class for a while? Let's go! We should go meet him, though"
"Sure thing"

Suddenly, they felt a hot flame before them, "Jerome, you finally lit the matchstick u-" THE ENTIRE PROJECT WAS ON FIRE.

"OH MY GOD! MY PROJECT!"
Jerome had burnt his finger, "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"
Ryan turned back, "Wow! A bonfire!"
"MJ! WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!" Louise asked MJ, who was very calm, as usual. Let's try to put it out with our jackets," MJ wore a tee shirt though and so did Louise and Ryan. Jerome was the only one with a Jacket. 

"Jerome! Give your jacket!"
"But my finger!"
"Man, fuck your finger bro. Gimme that shit!" MJ snatched the jacket from Jerome and there it on the project, The jacket caught fire. 

Louise looked terrified, "MJ! THAT DID NOT FUCKING WORK!"
"Yeah, I can see that. Jerome, take your pants off"
"Dude, hell nah! What kinda fucking strip tease is this?!"
MJ had his way and began flapping the pants on top of the fire. 

Now, they were standing in front of a bonfire, all dressed except Jerome, in his Buzz Lightyear underwear. 
MJ and Louise tried holding their laughter back but they were silently cracking up.
"YOU BOTH! I FUCKING HATE YA'LL!"

"Guys! We should save the instruments from this fire!" Ryan suggested.
"Shit, Ryan's right! Pack up, guys!" MJ ordered and everyone began moving their instruments downstairs, to the school gymnasium, where they found Zalia, talking to the school cheerleader and laughing. 

MJ gave her a quick look. She was oblivious to their presence. Alright, he was going to man up now and tell her that she was wrong about him. He would melt the tension and say it as it is. He took a deep breath and walked towards her but suddenly he got a call from Jerome. He picked up, "What?"

"Dude! The fire is fucking spreading! You come up here!"

"Shit!" MJ ran upstairs. Louise and Ryan were already there. Jerome still stood in his underwear. Well, he never left. And the hay had caught the fire by then. "Alright, shit. We gotta get something bigger to put that out,"
"Guys, I think we should call adults...or a fire brigade"
"Puff! It's a teeny tiny fire. Bitch, I'm from Texas. I've seen bigger fires,"
Suddenly, the door behind them caught fire. 

"Oh my god! How will we leave now?" Louise looked at the door. 
MJ looked up at the stair room's slanting roof and tried climbing over it. He jumped at the roof and landed on a huge wasp comb, "Great, just what was needed,"

-To be continued 

NOTE FROM AUTHOR 

Yeah, this chapter became a little too long for my liking. But I couldn't stop laughing my ass off writing this. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!