" Ronnie, I.... I really thought you were the one...why?"
" It doesn't matter now, does it? You found a guy who gives you everything you wanted...."
" Yeah, yeah you're right....I'm trippin..."
" It's okay to reminisce...what you think I did? Tha...
This party is not what I was expecting. It's a lit party and all, but there is some crazy shit going on. I ain't never seen someone jump from a rooftop into a bucket of beer for 20 dollars. I chill on the stairs inside of the FRAT house, which is where the party is located. I can see everything going on from this view. A lot of people keep up and down on these stairs, in bedrooms and shit. I personally find this shit nasty, but who am I to talk? I just messed around with 2 random ass chicks not even a week of being here. I see Jason and a couple of other guys coming up the stairs.
" What's going on Ron?" Jason says.
" Nothing. This party is kinda crazy.."
" Yeah, and it's because we got crazy white folks running this shit. Surprised the police ain't showed up.."
" I think it's time us brothas take over, whatchu think?" one guy says. Everyone around agrees, and storms out to where the main part of the party is. I stand from where I am on the stairs to get a better view of what's going on. Jason is there with me and stands while grinning.
The guy who wanted to take over practically lifts the DJ up and throws him across the room. The other FRAT guys started going toward him, but he had backup as the approached him. He turns the music down and tosses a mic up to where Jason and I were at.
" Gone head and tell em how we throwing a party.." Jason tells me. I take the mic and get everyone's attention.
" Yo, we bout to change this party around! We need some flavor up in here, so we finna do this Crenshaw's way. If you don't like it then the door is that way!"
Jason takes the mic and says a few more words.
" Aye DJ, play some of that funky shit for me..." he says. I start to rap along to the song he plays, which is California Love by Tupac.
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Slowly but surely, the party gets wilder (but in a good way), and it reminds me of how parties were in South Central. I go down to the party floor and dance with a few hunnies. After that, I sit and observe the views of the party again.
" Damn, you know how to really get a party crumpin.."
" Yeah. It's in my genes.." I say. I realize that I'm talking to the girl in my film class for first hour.
" You really came... I didn't think you were about it..." she says.
" I ain't think you were about it...and you ain't ever been to a party if parties were thrown like this.."
" The black people here usually get down at a few clubs near campus..we thought this year's campus party would be different....and you proved us right.."
" I'm always the king of the party..." I say. She responds to me with a smile, and I see some other chick come up to her, with two cans of beer in her hands.