Yeah, Fans Are Fucking Crazy, bro. ( p || feb. after hour )

"I'm outside waiting on your ass, hurry the fuck up."

"I'm coming. Chill, baby brother."

"Just hurry your slow ass up." The call ended and Juelz was left waiting outside of the shared apartment building with his brother. When it came to the apartment, it was a rare sight to see them both their together. Juelz had a dorm within Public Highschool #552 while his twin brother had quite a few homes in his name; but this apartment would be the one he tended to stay at the most.

Juelz took a drag from the vapor cigarette as he leaned against the hood of his 2014 Camaro. Watermelon scented smoke spewed from his mouth like a dragon as his sibling finally departed from the apartment.

"We're taking the Camaro?"

"This is my car, why wouldn't we take it?"

"You know how I feel about Bumblebee..."

Juelz tossed his sibling the vapor cigarette and got into the vehicle. "If you don't shut the fuck up and get in the fucking car..."

His twin took a drag; smoke spewing from his nose as he too got into the car. "I love you, bro. Wanna' hug it out?"

"Eat a dick..." Juelz pulled off with a need for speed while music blared from the expensive speakers from the Camaro.

While driving through NYC, the siblings took turns taking drag from the vapor stick—they preformed smokey feats akin to dragons of yore. "Lemme' explain how we doing this, Malik." The twin spoke, reaching over for the volume dial of the vehicle and ceasing the blaring music until it was nothing greater than an afterthought. Juelz lounged in the leather drivers seat with one hand on the wheel while the other remained placed firmly on the Manual transmission.

"Sophia and her girls have a show today, I'm sure you already know seeing how you're boning one of her mates."

"Not yet, but in due time, bro." They shared drags along with chuckles, "continue."

"Well, they have a couple of crazy ass die hard fans. And when I saw a couple... I really mean like two hundred. Grown ass men, Malik. Grown. Ass. Men." He added extra Memphis with a shaking head. "Harmless saps, but they tend to get 'rowdy'.

Coming to a red light, Juelz sat back in his seat and bestowed those amber eyes of his upon his identical sibling. "And Sophia just can't handle these chumps? This the same girl that took down an entire squad of Yakuza back in Japan. You do remember that day, right?"

He nodded, "She don't wanna' live that life again, I guess. Escaping Japan was like her chance to start a new life, I guess. Our lifestyle drives her crazy, but she don't say anything as long as we can keep her out of it." Juelz shook his head and brought the car to a slow acceleration as the light turned green.

"Anyways, we're finna' stalk the parking lot with official bodyguard gear n' everything. If these flock of fanboyo's show up. We knock some skulls, get it... Carefully, of course.?"

"Can you even do careful?" Juelz took another watermelon scented and flavored drag before handing it back off to his sibling.

His sibling did the same—the twin brothers hot boxing the expensive car with thick vapor smoke. "We gonna' find out today."

Juelz pulled up to the extravagant venue and already saw the loyal fans of the up and coming girl band known as GD-5. The band consisted of females of Asian blood, may said blood be full or mixed—as long as each member had that 'girl band' vibe, all would be well. The fact Asian girl and boy bands were a hit in America, it was only a matter of time before these five girls with extreme talent and beauty would become discovered. But with home brewed stardom came home brewed obsession...

Juelz parked his car in such a way the entrance to the pact parking bay would be blocked. Well, at least one of the entrances, the entrance leading to the elevator which lead to the actual venue leading to the concert that should be beginning any minute now. Both of the brothers departed from the vehicle. Juelz sported his typical aviator shades, a black hoodie with the words "SECURITY-GUARD" in emboldened font in the front and back of said hoodie. Complementing the hoodie would be slightly baggy black jeans and black basketball sneakers; Jordans; hightops; Juelz was looking good and ready to kick some ass.

His more opposing, robust, taller, and overall "meaner" looking twin dressed completely different from himself. He sported the same "SECURITY-GUARD" worded top, but his would be a muscle tee—very tight to show off those bulging muscles. Black jeans and boots finished off the outfit.

"Now we wait," Juelz' twin spoke as he leaned himself up against the parked Camaro.

"You sure these 'die hard' fans are even going to show?"



Then it all began, the uproar of the fans caused the very foundation to rumble as if it were an earthquake taking place. Juelz quickly caught his bearings with a shaking head—Though, he couldn't lie, the song currently being preformed was pretty catchy. Suddenly, dusty SUVs pulled up and came to a sliding halt about forty meters away from where Juelz and his twin would be stationed.

"Ahh, about time they show. I was starting to get a little bored." Bobbing his head to the song, the twin pushing himself off the car and casual strolled forward as overweight Asian men poured from the SUVs endlessly—since when did they make clown cars that big?! Juelz followed behind his brother, hands in pocket and eyes judgmental as ever. This was something straight out of an manga and he couldn't deal with it!

"Gonna' have to ask you and your otaku's to kick rocks, yo." Stern voice with a pointed finger. However, the fanboy's wouldn't falter; their will and determination obviously stronger than the musclebound guards bulging muscles.

"Today is the day I get to talk to my Sophie!"
"Yeah, I want her autograph"
"Oph! Me too!"
"Oh-em-gee, doodz. I love this song RoflLOL!"

Just being around them made Juelz feel about forty-five different kinds of dirties and ways. "I don't think I ever wanted to punch a group of dweebs so badly before in my entire life..." He spoke, eye twitching and knuckles aching to dig deep into their acne scarred faces.

"I know, baby brother. But we gotta' do this by the books. Don't worry, these guys will charge so---....!"

"ATTACK MY BROTHERS! FOR SOPHIE-SENPAI!"

The mob of fatties charged—slow as all fuck, but it was a charge nonetheless. Nothing but flab, desperation, and cheeto dust filled the air as the brothers continued to take dragon-esque drags from the vapor stick.

"I got this," Juelz tossed the vapor cigarette to his brother as he casual strolled forward and positioned himself between a group of the die hard fans. He was surrounded by musty and sweaty men—no homo. They were all completely zoned, he took no stance, he just stood there like a badass or something. The group attacked as one unit of sloppiness and flab. Juelz evaded all their "attacks" with basic bobs and weaves. When the opportunity showed itself, which it did from the very start of the engagement. He used his advance knowledge of Krav Maga to take them down one by one. "Ugh, like I'm wrangling pigs..." He sighed in disgust as he sat upon one of the fans—well a mountain of them more like it.

"Catch," the twin tossed the vapor stick in the general direction of Juelz, he caught it with an extended arm overhead. Taking a much needed drag, he watched as his brother fought off his own overweight hoard of wildebeests. In groups they found themselves toppled over by the twin simply tripping them up—no coordination at all on their part. Once completed, Juelz tossed the vapor stick back over to him.

"You guys done yet?!"

The twin bellowed as he exhaled stylish smoke circles one after another. The socially deprived men grunted in agony as a few attempted to crawl towards the elevator. "No." Juelz scowled these individuals with noogies and foot presses.

Suddenly, another SUV pulled up... And out came what Juelz and his twin would describe as a "Muay Thai fighter".

"You see that?"

"Yeah, he has a black and red tassle. Technically that means this dude is the real deal but..." This guy was just another socially awkward fat boy, that much was apparent. But he did carry himself with more confidence than the others.

"My brothers... THE ONE EYED TIGER WILL AVENGE YOU ALL! WE WILL GET THOSE AUTOGRAPHS I SWEAR IT TO YOU!" Sobs of hope could be heard from his fallen "brothers". The "fighter" took a fighting style and inched closer to Juelz. The amber eyed teenager got up from his throne of flab and walked over to the "Muay Thai practitioner". The two combatants were mere feet away sizing each other up. Mister "One Eyed Tiger" had a serious look while the disgusted one never left Juelz otherwise uncaring mug.

"Fuck this..."

Juelz bucked forward in attempt to get this guy to react, and he did just that. He reacted with a defensive posture before taking a step back. "Fucking idiot." He taunted with an arrogant Smirk and folded arms. Mister "One Eyed Tiger" didn't take being made a fool to kindly. He retorted with the same bucking motion as Juelz and expected him to flinch, but he didn't; Juelz just stood there with that arrogant smirk of his. "One more time: Fucking idiot." He repeated with a shaking head of disappointment. No way in hell this guy achieved the highest rank within Thai Boxing. Seething rage lied in the eyes of the "practitioner", he went on the offensive again; this time going for a basic jab aimed square for the nose. The form was so damn sloppy! There was some form there, but that was no form of a red and black tassle. This guy was a phony and it was time he realized that.

In a flash,

Juelz defected the punch by the wrist, took a step forward, palmed the face of the "practitioner" and took him down to the ground with his sheer strength alone. Once the fatty hit the ground, Juelz removed his hand and delivered a punch of his own to the forehead of the fraud in a scolding manner. The practitioner grimaced before holding his now sore head. "Where ever you stole that tassle from, put it back, a'ight? Tubby?" He nodded with tearful eyes, "good." Juelz patted him on the cheek a few times before standing back up, exhaling a satisfied sigh.

"Pass me the vap," he gestured for the stick.

"No more vap." His twin replied with shrugging shoulders.

"You smoke all my shit? I shoul---..." Juelz found himself interrupted from the van doors sliding open one more time, this time out came a little girl with GD-5 gear. She looked up at Juelz with big doe eyes before saying, "you're pretty cool, mister! A lot like Jackie Chan!" She was missing quite a few teeth and clenched what seemed to be an GD-5 album. "Big Brother was 'posed to take me to go see Ophelia so she can sign my CD, see!" She held it out for Juelz to look at with a big cheesy grin. "Shes so pretty and cool. I really like her dance moves! But my stupid brother went and messed it up! He's such a lamer, geesh..."

Juelz nodded in agreement, "Mhm, the lamest. Tell you what, though. If you want to go see the girls, I can personally take you myself, cutie." She blushed with wide eyes. "R-Really?! YOU'RE THE BEST MISTER!" The little girl began jumping up and down with joy while doing a little jig.

"You gonna' take care of this?"

"The mess? Yeah, I got it. But why you taking the girl to go see em'? You owe her nothing, you know that, right?"

"She reminds me of Lila." Juelz replied as he lead the girl through the elevator doors and down to the venue.

Truth be told, his twin was taken by surprise from that answer. He knew Juelz blamed Lila's passing on himself despite her sickness... But for him to say someone reminds him of her. He had the suspicion the blame was much larger than it originally seemed.

"Let it go, baby brother... You're gonna' kill yourself at this rate."