Rantarou was walking to his apartment. He went out to get some quick groceries. Luckily the grocery store wasn't too far, about a few minutes walk. Rantarou detested cars with a passion and couldn't stand the feeling of sitting in one so he wanted to use a car as little as possible. When he was about to unlock his apartment, he heard the sounds of a car engine heading his way. He thought nothing of it, probably someone driving home in a rush.
He heard the car stop near him and a window roll, subtle rap music playing from the window. "Hey Lil Rannie!" A familiar voice called. How lovely. Rantarou reluctantly turned around.
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"Ay Lil Rannie, we're having a party at my mansion, get in." Lil Broomstick said from the passenger seat. Rantarou looked at the sight in utter confusion. "Why do you look so confused? Hop in!" Freddie Freaker pressed. "No I'm just confused as to how you're driving if you're always T-posing and too short to reach the brakes." Rantarou stated. That was a mistake because Lil Broomstick got offended. "Aight Vro, listen. Don't diss a fellow homie. We're all here, tryna have a good time." He said sternly. Rantarou sighed and got in, he had no choice.
They were all driving together with some rap music playing. "Dude, you look uncomfortable." Freddie Freaker noted. "Well you see, I don't really like cars all that much. It would've been better if we walked." Rantarou replied. "Aight bro, are you tryna break a leg because it's a long walk." Lil Broomstick explained. "No, not really. I'm putting up with it." Rantarou replied casually. They all continued to drive until they got to a big mansion.
"So you own this place?" Rantarou asked. "Yuh, got it after I won that GRAMMY" Lil Broomstick answered. They all got inside and followed Lil Broomstick to his room.
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"Aight brodies. Imma rap for y'all. Freestyle on the house." Lil Broomstick stated as some music came on the background. Rantarou sighed, what has his life become? How did his normal life turn into well... this..?
Freddie Freaker started to dance to Lil Broomstick's poor excuse of a rap. Rantarou was starting to suspect that the Grammy was a lie. "Guys Wait, I have an announcement to make." Freddie Freaker said as he suddenly stopped. "What is it homie?" Lil Broomstick asked. "It's actually my birthday!" Freddie Freaker exclaimed, his raspy voice sounding like an ungodly screech due to his squealing excitement. "Happy birthday." Rantarou said calmly, trying to hide a sigh and the fact that he didn't want to be here. "Imma rap the birthday song for you." Lil Broomstick said with a smile. Then out of nowhere, confetti appeared.
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"Where did this confetti come from?" Rantarou asked. "I always keep it in my room in case one of my brodies be having their birthday with Yung Cash Register aka LIL BROOMSTICK. Now I bless my bro, Freddie Freaker here with some clout." Lil Broomstick explained. Geez, with the amount of times he's loudly claimed his title, Rantarou felt his eardrums about to pop. The "party" continued, despite the fact that it was only the three of them.
Then the doorbell rang. "We got some guests! It's probably the chicks I invited." Lil Broomstick said as he went down the stairs. Rantarou was genuinely curious. How did Lil Broomstick manage to get some guests that weren't him and Freddie Freaker? Are they actual guests? Who knows.
