6 weeks later...
"Dana!" A long wine came through the kitchen door as I stood on my now just ankle braced leg more to help the recovery.
"Yes Simon?" I questioned as Talia and I exchange a small laugh between one another from a joke we were talking about earlier.
"JJ wants you."
"For what?" I replied, adding a sneeze after it.
"He's doing a video reacting to homemade African videos, Randolph and I just fi I shed our parts. He wants the blackest people he knows." I knew the joke behind JJs madness, but I was confused in a sense.
"Dude, I'm part African, I'm also Spanish." I explained.
"I know, I'm as confused as you. But... yeah." Sighing, I grabbed my water bottle as I headed upstairs to JJ and my room. Coming through the doors, I saw him look over his shoulder and smile. Knowing he was recording, I prepared myself.
"Hey babe." JJ said whilst I started walking towards him, smelling the scent of Simons strong cologne. JJ passing me his spare part of headphones as I sat down.
"Hello." I smiled.
"So guys, this is the other most black person I know." I held in my laugh as I closed my eyes, leaning my head on my rested up hand. "Anyways, Dana do you know what we're doing?"
"Yes, let's watch some African videos." I leant back ready, JJ giving me a smile. He shrugged looking back towards the camera.
"Let's begin." JJ pressing play, the next video popped up. A black man in sunnies, walked along a pretty bare street. Then a predator looking motherfucker pops out of nowhere. "I think I've seen this." JJ commented.
"What is this?" I questioned, watching as the predator looking thing all of a sudden spawned motorcycles, all I could do was huff at the ridiculousness of it. The bikes floating, the predator looking thing tried to squash the guy. Instead of the guy exploding, the guy placed his hands out so casually making the bikes stop in their place. Him throwing each bike and without it hitting anything it explodes.
"Fam." All I could do was laugh. "What is up with this fake ass morphious looking motherfucker? Isn't he suppose to look like the predator right?"
"I think so." I replied. "Apparently one that spawns bikes." We giggled.
"And we wonder why Nollywood don't get anywhere." He joked. All of a sudden the predator looking creature shoots himself into out of space, heading to a spaceship. The human flying after it, JJ and I bursted into laughter as I pointed out.
"Babe, this nigga was bigger then fucking Jupiter!"
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The Dancer | KSI
Fanfiction"She's got some nice long hair and you know she's a bad chick, all the boys stare. Can't help it, its a habit. Clothes that she wears, short skirt and a jacket."
