Trust Me

L-Bomb fo' Shizzle, Bruh

Noah, Jackson and I had only been walking in the park for a few minutes when we were ambushed with snowballs by Lucas.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were at the doctor's office!" Noah sputtered, wiping snow off his face.

Lucas shrugged and swayed from side to side.

"The surgery was pretty quick, it didn't hurt at all, I felt numb, I checked my phone, you said in the group chat that you were coming here so I-"

"Whoa whoa whoa," I interrupted. "You have a group chat? Without moi?!"

Jackson sighed and rolled his eyes.

Lucas pulled out his phone, and a chime came from mine.

Hey, that rhymed...

I pulled my small iPhone 5 out. A notification from "tSWIFTbaeeee"showed up.

"Called it," Noah muttered, looking over my shoulder.

Jackson glared at his screen and started to type. (An iPhone 7, in case you were wondering).

Group Name Deleted

Lucas crossed his arms and pouted.

"Dude, why you always gotta be in a dunk, huh?"

What...what's a dunk?

"It's funk, Lucas," Noah said dryly. "And why, why in the world, would you use words like that?"

"Yo, I'm L-Bomb fo' shizzle, bruh. I'm da freshest, realest homie ever ,bruh! I got them swag a-"

What sound does a snowball make when it collides with someone's face? Like, how do I even describe it? What onomatopoeia word do I use?

I'm looking for this word because that's what happened.

A medium sized, perfect sphere of snow hit Lucas right in the face in the middle of his cringey hip-hop dialogue.

And it was amazing.

The snow slid off of his face, revealing Lucas' gaping mouth and wide eyes. Noah and I followed his gaze to a very smug looking Jackson, who was dusting the snow off his hands.

"Oh it is on like Donkey Kong," Lucas proclaimed. The snow had apparently cleansed his mouth of slang and a terrible Brooklyn accent.

With this statement, we were off, running in every direction to throw and avoid snowballs.

Well I have no stamina, so Jackson soon cornered me. I was surrounded by trees.

Trees. I can climb trees. I can shimmy up 'em so fast, I turn into the goddamn speed force.

But Jackson didn't know this, so being the poor, unknowing soul he is, he foolishly suggested:

"Why don't you surrender, hmm? It'll make this a lot better for you."

I pretended to ponder the ridiculous idea, tapping my chin.

"How about no."

With that, I climbed up the tree like an effing squirrel.

Jackson stared up at me with amusement, awe, and surprise. And a little fear.

That's right. Be scared. Be very scared.

"Did ya find her?" Noah asked, running up to Jax. He looked up to where Jackson was watching and saw me. I waved nonchalantly.

Actually, I was anything but calm. Because the thing is...