Banana Bus Squad 'X' Reader

THE INNER WORKINGS OF MY BRAIN

Hey buckaroo,
How are you?

Whipped cream on top,

and a cherry too?

Wear pants with pleats?

Yes, I do!

A steam engine goes,
choo, choo, choo, choo.

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This is a collection of snippets in books I'll never get around to writing. Welcome to what happens when I talk to myself.

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"How did you see past my plans?" His right cheek is plastered to the cold, rock-hard, floor. He tries to look up at her, his enemy, but can't as his eyes start to hurt. He tries to sit up but the zip-ties attaching his wrists to his ankles, keeping him in the fetal position, press into his skin moving, tightening, and burning him. His black leather suit, looking just like his father's, begins to stick together. The air is a million degrees.

"You know," Two bright red heels click over and stand in his vision. Her green fishnet tights standing out against her pale skin. "I'm not as stupid as you think." He looks up to see hurt in the evil woman's face. It's as pale as her father's and her scared, sliced cheeks seem to frown even through their cut upwards into an unruly smile. Her red lipstick sticks out like blood as she had put it on and smothered it onto her face in a smile. Her purple eyeshadow brings out her bright green eyes. Her hair is blonde, much like her mother's. She keeps it down and cut to her chin, carving out her jawline. Her purple, green, and red striped dress sits high on her thighs.

"I never called you stupid." He chokes out. She smiles widely before giggling.

"Yeah, but your father did." She places her hands on her hips. "Now, have fun. I'm going to stress eat because you remind me of my father's death. I'll come back when you're done rotting." And with that, she sticks her heel into his side, puncturing it, before strutting out towards the door. He holds in his cries of pain. She turns back for a brief second. "And I thought we could've been something." The heavy metal door closes and a potent darkness consumes the poor son of Batman. He lays there, bleeding out in the fetal position.

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"N-N-No," Isabella collapses to the ground, Marcus at her side immediately.

"I should have told you sooner... but I couldn't." He picks her up and she curls into him.

"B-But I love you... and I can't-" She breaks into sobs.

"I know you do." Marcus lowers his head in shame. "I love you too but... it's not ever going to work. You'll be put in an insane asylum if I stay any longer." 

"A-All those times people looked at me funny when I broke into a fit of laughter and when I talked to you... that was because they couldn't see you?!" She hated the feeling of people judging her. She grew angry at her closest friend. "This whole time you've been dead and you never told me?! This whole time you weren't real..." She trails off, before coming back with two times the intensity. "You're the worst Marcus!" She sobs again. "But you're the best as well." She hugs him tightly, feeling his warmth and smelling his cologne. 

Even though he's fake, a spirit, a figment of her imagination, she still could never leave him.

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"I-I can't," He sits up quickly, looking down at her. Her innocent eyes full of wonder as she looks up at him, out of breath from the make-out session that was just happening. She knits her brows together in confusion.

"What you do mean?"

"I can't do this to you, Millie." His eyes are clouded and sad. He gets off of her, sitting at the end of her bed.

"I'm still confused, Drake." She sits up as well, fixing her ruffled hair. She sits next to him.

"It was a bet," He begins. "My friends they-" He growls as he tries to squeak out the words. "They bet me fifty dollars that I couldn't take your virginity by the end of the month." These words shocked Millie. She didn't know how to feel. Yes, she was a virgin, the only virgin in the class actually, but she never thought that people made bets on her. This made her mad. She was about to yell at him. "But in these past two weeks I spent with you, I realized how sweet and innocent and perfect you are. I just can't do something so cruel to someone so kind. You don't deserve any of the bets or any of the shit talk. I know that if I do something, that people are going to call you such nasty things, such awful words." She closes her mouth. The fact the Drake cares so much and the fact he didn't go through with the bet makes her feel special. The fact that he actually made an effort to get to know her first instead of doing what most of the guys would have done, which we all know what, makes her smile. She was glad she agreed to date him when he asked her.

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I don't practice Santeria,

I ain't got no crystal ball,

I had a million dollars but I... I spent it all....

OOOoooh heeeyy guys, when'd you get here?

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"Don't fuck with me, Grace."

"I don't know what you're talking about, seriously."

"Don't give me that bullshit!"

"Look, I did nothing wrong!"

"Sleeping with MY boyfriend isn't wrong!"

"It was him who instigated it!"

"So?! You still agreed to do it! You gave him consent! The least you could have done was say no, you have a girlfriend Tate!"

"Well, I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. Sorry, you're such a slut."

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"Wanna play with me?" The doll asks through the Spirit Box. "Play with me! Play! Play!"

The unfortunate little girl watched in horror as her favorite doll spoke in a dreadful demonic voice. The men around her soothing her and promising to expel the evil spirit.

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You and me will all go down in history with a,

sad statue of liberty,

 and a generation that didn't agree...

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*two seconds later*

eh, I'm done...

booooooooooored.

Sorry that it's not a real update but hey, I'm working on it. DO NOT WORRY! It's with Ohm if you really want to know.

ALLLLLLRIGHT (inc) EVERYBODY!

'til next time by friends!

Peace out everybody, Goodbye~!

~Del~ GOOOOOOODBYE~!