Club Midnight [DIRTY]

YAOI. Not lots in the beginning but when it rains, it will flood.
Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: this series isn’t mine. Please don’t confuse my act of fandom with an act of infringement. I love bleach; I don’t claim it as mine however.
I hate Nnoitra. (But not in a bashing sense, but it’s just that for this story, what he says I loathe. I apologize for all those with a purer sense of mouth and can’t stand foul talk. Nnoitra in this story, Is pretty dirty. I personally cringed when writing anything he was saying.)
Chapter 2: Pina Colada

Grimmjow could have sworn intensely to the god of whomever it concerned that he had woken up to the smell of sweat produced from sex. And not the playing swearing he did every day. He remembered that not too long after Ulquiorra decided to sleep, he followed suit, only after taking his shower, and then going to sleep in a sort of foul mood, but understanding.

He thought, if he had caught Ulquiorra going through his cat boxers like they were the first pair of undergarments he ever seen, he was sure to have responded strongly, even if he didn’t mean to. And so, he shrugged it off like he did almost anything, and fell asleep, since he was sure he had a shitload of work and tasks to complete tomorrow.

But he could have fucking sworn, that sometime in that state of sleep and somewhere within night he had awoken to that sex scent. It wasn’t of fucking, he knew from personal experience what that smelled like, but of just sweat and moisture, and grinding, and the point was clear that the smell was a signal that something had been going down.

But that’s just the thing. When he was awoken, the scent was gone, and no matter how many times he awoke sniffing, he didn’t pick up a single scent of what he believed to be so strong.

“Basura, wake up, or else you’ll miss the orientation.” That wondrous voice would be the very reason he would be kicked out of HMU, Grimmjow could see it happening so, so very solidly.

He would play dumb as this fucktard thought he was, just to test this out.

“What? Basura? Is that some kind of damned codename for god, or king?” Grimmjow stated from under the bottom bunk’s covers. He clenched onto the pillow bellow him harder. He didn’t want to see his face and reveal his emotions to that face he knew he hated from the dark and epitome of the black hole that was the evil space of his heart. But at this moment, he gritted and bit the hate, so that he could see just how much this bastard was a bastard.

“Yes. Basura means god. I was just saying that you’re a god for being able to sleep through probably one of the most important events starting off your year at HMU.” Said Ulquiorra, his voice unchanged.

That did it.

Grimmjow took his pillow from under his head and chugged it at the voice as he arose from the cover. Not knowing exactly where Ulquiorra was in the room or what could be between them, but having the satisfaction that there was a possibility that that pillow could hopefully smash into his face, or better yet, knock him the fuck out.

As his eyes focused to the lighted room, he was a bit sour in the brain and eye to find that his target had caught the pillow with a single hand, and all though he couldn’t see Ulquiorra’s eyes, he could just tell that the man had his eyes in that same, uncaring look from yesterday.

“Basura means fucking Trash! Did you really think I didn’t fucking know that already?” growled Grimmjow at his roommate.

Ulquiorra politely threw the pillow back to Grimmjow as though it never happened. And with that same, uncaring, and seemingly unresponsive look, he replied,

“In all truth, no, but I just was seeing how stupid you would be in responding to it. I would even believe you had to remember that Basura meant trash after all that time it took you to throw the pillow at me.”

Grimmjow growled even louder than last time. The comments were getting on his nerves. It was like he couldn’t get ahead with this brat, but that’s when he noticed something very, very different with his “friend”, other than the fact his pajamas were now a white and green jumpsuit.

He had green make up on.

Like full on, tear drop emo make up that when Grimmjow first looked at it, he was actually pretty concerned from the sight, thinking he did something in his sleep or just now to cause the other’s eyes to become grudge like. But then, when he noticed who it was whose eyes looked like they has a green tear line, he realized it would take much more than missing a deadline and throwing a pillow full force at a face for him to respond in really, any way. Grimmjow felt himself laugh out loud. It seemed his body believed it was funnier than he thought it was.

Grimmjow threw a finger to the doll in human form. A laughing and mocking smile crossed his lips in full.

“Ulquiorra, you’re such a FAG! You have on FU-“

Ulquiorra calmly pointed to the left of him, to the nightstand of which a clock was placed on its surface. None of the comments Grimmjow said even fazed him in the slightest. Grimmjow shut up instantly, realizing it was pointless to try to entice him into anything; the bastard probably wouldn’t give a damn what he said, so why waste his breath and get angry at something not worthy to get angry over? He looked over to the clock which the other was pointing at, which now held a bright red display of 8:56 AM.

“The orientation starts at nine a clock. If you are not there in time, your ID will be taken for a total of 5 days, in which days you will have to go back home due to the rules you, should have been notified of when receiving the card.”

Ulquiorra turned his head to face Grimmjow head on. It was a slow turn, as if he really didn’t have a care in the world. Grimmjow based it on the fact that he probably didn’t, and could possibly know the school like the back of his hand even though they supposedly were both freshman at this colossus of a school.

“Goodbye. I, even I have to go by myself, will be there on time.”

Ulquiorra, with that same, pale, and newly decorated face, walked out of the room like it was nothing, and as if he was walking down the street on any other day. Grimmjow roared as he ran for the bathroom to clean himself in the three minutes remaining. Like hell if he would be dirty and looked down upon by a boy who probably painted his face in the mirror like it was a hobby. He brushed his teeth with one hand, stripping his bed clothes off with his less dominant left hand. Then when two minutes remained, he turned on the water and lathered up his washcloth, and began to wash his naked body. It wasn’t like Ulquiorra would be coming back to see, and it wasn’t like someone random as hell would be entering his room. Then, with that last minute, he quickly grabbed a grey sleeveless shirt and black shorts he had put in his suitcases in times he just felt like getting up and going to the gym.

9:00… well, at least he would smell nice, Grimmjow thought as he sprayed four quick dashes of Pantera cologne on his body. He ran out the door to his room, about to head back to the front desk to see if one of the Betas were there or anyone for that matter who could help direct him to the freshman orientation. Then upon his entrance he would have to simply sweet talk whomever for being late.

He made sure he had his ID card in tow and shut the door, turning around to begin his sprint when he looked to his left seeing a still green eyed Ulquiorra standing as though he didn’t care if he would be late and basically expelled from the school.

“Bastard! We have to hurry or both of our asses will be out of this school!”

Grimmjow began to run towards the desk, turning and preparing his body for a fully concentrated sprint. Then that’s when Ulquiorra put a single hand on his shoulder, the first contact, rather, direct physical contact he had with the boy since he met him yesterday. In a sense he didn’t know whether to be shocked or angry. But then he spoke, and Grimmjow soon realized the latter was a better feeling.

“It starts at 9:45. I was just making sure we had time to get there.”

At that moment, through the numerous halls of HMU, an aggravated and heavily pissed roar could be heard throughout nearly all of the hallways.

XXX




The Orientation was simple. Nothing too special Grimmjow had thought as he stood alone in the crowd trying to leave the cramped room. He had been pissed during the start of it when Ulquiorra dropped him off at the entrance to the room and went wherever the hell he went inside, leaving Grimmjow to do as he pleased. All the big shots of the school had been there, and they each were basically ‘pumping’ up the school and informing freshmen of their up and growing life they will be able to call their own from taking courses at HMU.

But to Grimmjow, it was all talk. Talking that was also known as boring, repetitive, predictable blabber. The most useful thing that he got out of the whole thing was that the class selections would be held on Monday, and then the selection would last the entire next week, and the classes would actually start on the next Monday after that.

So he had a week, a weekend, and the remaining of the current weekend with the insensitive bastard.

What the hell kind of life he had.

“Oi. Jaegerjaquez!”

Grimmjow turned, half expecting to see his emo-nesis fill his eyes with his jumpsuit. However, his eyes were occupied with a view of the tall, lanky male that he had met just yesterday. The male smiled again, in that same strange way, showing off the top row of his teeth proudly. He wasn’t wearing that black and white getup he had on yesterday, but instead he was wearing a simple purple dress shirt with black jeans to match. He looked like a kid out of high school going for his first job interview.

“Uh, uuuh…. Nnoitra right? I would have never thought this was your first year. You looked too big, and acted too knowing to be here for the first time.”

Nnoitra shrugged his shoulders non-chalantly and shoved his hands into his pockets. People were making their way out of the semi-auditorium faster; there was no longer any reason to stay in a cramped room with other people you didn’t know. “Don’t think it is now, either. I’m a second year, but it is just that I was looking for some new pussy to fuck. Freshmen chicks are the first to go ‘oooooh im soo lost, and sooooo far away from home, who could I turn to for support my father or high school boyfriend could never give to me!’ It’s so easy to tap that shit, it’s ridiculous.”

Grimmjow laughed out loud. This man was serious. He saw as the other taller man was constantly looking around as if his eyes were searching for something, and they were serious as if they had been sent a mission directly from god. Grimmjow smiled as he realized that Nnoitra did not stutter a single time in his current claim to fame. But then he noticed that Nnoitra’s eye caught something, since he was squinting apparently very hard in a direction Grimmjow knew held people since he knew he had his eyes in that direction just a few minutes before.

“Daaaaaamn. Now those are two sets of breasts I would not mind to have on my platter. And fuck, one of them has even them fucking exposed half way. Damn they got me mixing my words up, they are just so god damned big! But her friend ain’t anything to scoff at, both of em looks like they’ve tied in a dry t-shirt contest for first place...”

Then when he had started squinting at the chicks, Grimmjow believed Nnoitra had begun to undress them with his eyes, since he was staring so god damned hard. Even though the conversation had been a bit one-sided, Grimmjow didn’t mind, since valued women a little too much to speak about them, even when they would never hear it, so directly blunt and dirty. He believed was degrading, disgusting, and dishonorable. He would fuck the shit out of a chick for a one night stand, but he wouldn’t walk up to her and be like “ey bitch, suck my fuck stick.” He believed in sweet talking and getting the girl to want to be in that position to give him what he wanted, not some prick trying to get some for the night. Nnoitra’s language wasn’t affecting him though surprisingly, and he even wanted to see who the hell he was talking about, since all the chicks that he supposed could have been the ones he was talking about were alone, and if he saw two together, their breasts were nothing, and should not have Nnoitra talking about them like that.

Then Nnoitra clicked his teeth, as if he had something in mind, like a plan of what to say to these chicks to make them his next “fresh meat”. But to his surprise, Nnoitra sharply turned his face on him.

“Hey Jack, (Grimmjow guessed it was a play on his last name), isn’t that bastard talking over there to them that guy who brought you here?”

That did it. As if by magic, his eyes instantly found who Nnoitra was talking about. Yep. A Green and white outlined jumpsuit, and with that still marked face, it was definitely Ulquiorra. But now the question was how the hell and how the fuck was he talking to these two girls he apparently was getting both of their numbers at the same god damned time.

Upon a second look, Nnoitra wasn’t exaggerating in the least about these two.

The lighter one of the two girls had a peach-cream skin tone and wore a color scheme of green and white, just like Ulquiorra, except for the face that her clothes were a lot more spandex like than Ulquiorra’s. It was skin tight leggings covering her whole leg, with what from the distance between them looked like a raggedly cut skirt covering her pelvis, and a ruggedly cut shawl across her shoulders and falling onto her breasts and the tight white shirt she was wearing. Her green hair and the odd red vector shape on her face seemed normal in conjunction with the rest of her appearance. Then the other girl he was talking to, a dark skinned girl, had odd markings on her face, and left little to imagination. While her tight navy blue jeans was nothing to scoff at, her sky blue and white low cut and laced long sleeved shirt could not be described better. It barely crossed that line from bra to shirt. In fact, even from this distance, Grimmjow could swear he could see half of both her boobs popping out of her shirt. Then, with her arms tucked snugly under her breasts, and that blond hair of hers falling into the right places, it was just that much more of a vivid display to those watching, which Grimmjow noticed, was more than just Nnoitra and himself. And they all had the same look, that same, fantastically confused look on their face, with probably the same question that Grimmjow had in his mind stated in his mind for Ulquiorra approximately two minutes ago.

How the fuck was he talking to these two girls and got both their numbers at the same god damned time?

Grimmjow figured while he was an insensitive bastard, hot chicks loved that, immensely. Grimmjow was even beginning to form a routine in his head to see if it picked up any chicks of that caliber for himself.

Oh, that and wearing weird ass make up on your face.

“Wow Nnoitra. I guess that bastard has more game than I thought he did. But yeah, that’s the guy, who just by the way, is my roommate I’ve had to fucking put up with more than I would like to in the time I’ve known him.” Said Grimmjow through clenched teeth. And it had been true. The more he knew about the guy the more and more he grew to hate him. And it wasn’t just normal periodical hate, it was a full on, raging loathe, in his mind’s view of the boy.

“That’s your fucking roommate!?? Hell yeah! Then I’ve got a chance! Come on Jack, time to strike a home run.” Grimmjow didn’t grasp the concept until Nnoitra began to roughly pull, obviously wanting to interact with the three before they parted. Grimmjow wasn’t too thrilled about that aspect of that, because then he would have to deal with more of his roommate, and from experience, he really, really didn’t feel like dealing more of his unresponsive asshole-ness.

But a miracle happened as they approached.

The dark skinned one with the half-to the world- chest spoke something to the other two, causing the peach skinned girl to laugh obnoxiously, and Ulquiorra to smile.

Wait. Smile?

“Oh hey there, I was just over there with my friend, and we saw you two over here and realized you’re my friend’s friend, so I was asking why don’t we be friends? Besides, his penis probably wouldn’t even be half the size of mine.” Nnoitra said, giving that odd front tooth smile he loved giving to not only Grimmjow apparently.

Nnoitra didn’t know Ulquiorra, but Grimmjow did. He kept quiet though, wondering exactly how this would all play out. Now Grimmjow didn’t care at all for the girls being there or talking to Ulquiorra even, however he didn’t want to be labeled as a bad guy either being with Nnoitra and all. But he wasn’t good at being quiet. Not since Kindergarten.

“Basura, you are no longer el Basura. I think your friend here is worse than you are.”

Grimmjow laughed at that, really he honestly laughed at that. He could expect no less of a comment from his constant aggravator. And so he just shrugged his shoulders, he was really trying to stay out of it. If his beliefs became true, Nnoitra would ruin his chances with any of the girls, and Grimmjow might just be able to keep one of them for himself while Ulquiorra took his pick.

“Oh? So I’m trash am I?” Nnoitra grabbed for Ulquiorra’s shirt as he verbally announced that he knew a bit of Spanish as well, allowing Grimmjow the ability to see what he had done to Ulquiorra just the night before. While he was still playing watcher man, Grimmjow knew in his soul that something was going to happen, but he didn’t know what, but if Ulquiorra was strong enough to deal with Grimmjow, then Grimmjow thought he might put up a fight with Nnoitra, who’s attitude made it seem like he knew how to fight at least enough to get himself out of a number of boyfriends of the girls he probably had sex with. And if both Nnoitra and Ulquiorra got expelled, then hell, Grimmjow would be having a new roommate, and a shot at both the chicks. Now THAT was worth the thought.

But then it just occurred to him in the back of his mind, as he was watching Ulquiorra being lifted higher into the air.

This morning, Ulquiorra wasn’t trying to embarrass him... he was just trying to make sure he didn’t miss orientation. Even after he had roared loud enough to cause more than a single person to stop in their tracks, Ulquiorra just stood there, waiting till he was done ranting, then silently began to lead the way.

This bastard had the ability to care. And recently it appeared he learned to smile too.

Grimmjow’s mind was ripped from his mental sketchpad and back to the present when he heard a large “smack” sound. While Grimmjow half expected the impact to have been caused by Ulquiorra, he was even more stunned when he saw that the green haired girl had been the one to release Ulquiorra from Nnoitra’s grip with a slap. Nnoitra obviously didn’t like her action, but then he didn’t even have time to react as the dark skinned girl stepped forward with an unseen speed and jabbed Nnoitra a single time in his stomach. Brought to his knees, while holding his stomach in pain, Nnoitra looked up at the two, his glare dipped with hate.

“Bitc-“ –crack-

Grimmjow’s mouth opened wide as both of the girls found a way to make their nicely matching white heels slam into Nnoitra’s face as he tried to insult them in a final stroke of glory. The impact from their kicks together was so forceful and strong, that he now lay on his back. People gathered around, more stunned than Grimmjow, and watched Nnoitra as he was apparently fighting to keep conscious.

The girls walked up on either side of him on the ground, and stood proudly, as if the whole of womanhood was behind their luscious bodies, and stared him down coldly. It was the dark one who spoke first to his body shaking.

“I, Harribel, was not raised to be nobody’s bitch, Pussy.”

“And nor the hell was I, Neliel Tu Oderschvank, punk.”

The caramel skinned one, now Harribel, turned to the other, ignoring the body that was slowly losing the battle for consciousness. The simply stared, directly reminding Grimmjow of the way that Ulquiorra stared at him.

“Girl. Why you say yo full name?”

“I dunno!” Neliel said that with a smile and a happy, happy laugh. Grimmjow was impressed. These bitc- girls weren’t just pretty faces, if the people surrounding Nnoitra’s body with open mouths could say anything. They began to make their way back to where Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were standing, obviously ignoring the eyes that seemed to follow every movement that they made.

Before they got close enough to hear Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, Grimmjow leaned over slightly to Ulquiorra, keeping his eyes on the dangerous vixens approaching.

“So, these are your friends eh? Where you pick these ones up from? Or did they see you out themselves?”

Ulquiorra turned to face him, and for the second time of knowing him, it seemed that he lightened up.

“Yeah, Tia Harribel and Neliel… you know the rest. But yes, these are my friends, and we have to leave. I will see you in the room later.”

Although Ulquiorra hadn’t had said it directly, it was clear that he didn’t want Grimmjow talking to these two girls, regardless of the fact he was in no place, nor was he thought of it as any importance to do so. Grimmjow would find a way to investigate this mess if it killed him, and he knew he wouldn’t let something as foolish as this end, or even temporarily pause, his life. And so, he let Ulquiorra believe he had his way, and stood there, heading over to Nnoitra to try to bring him back to consciousness, or to begin dragging him to the nurse that Ulquiorra had shown him the directions to on the way to orientation.

“Just you wait, you little bastard.”




XXX


Swipe, Swipe, -whirr- -click-. Grimmjow was now used to the double-swipe method of opening doors. He even preferred it to single swiping in the one day he had to do it, finding it to be oddly cool to be swiping a piece of magnetized plastic down a reader twice for admittance to nearly anywhere in the school, almost even the bathroom.

This time when he opened the door, he was faced with Ulquiorra in his underwear, makeup gone from his face. This time, his underwear was a pair of boxers that looked big enough to be shorts, and on them held pictures of green orange bats on a black background of material. And based on the fact that he didn’t really notice any bulge, Grimmjow guessed Mr. Schiffer here didn’t have an appendage worthy of bragging. Also, from the looks of things, he had just gotten out of the shower, but not just out, since Grimmjow certainly didn’t see the water dripping off the shorter boy as he had yesterday. He was just, in his underwear, texting on his phone, to what Grimmjow supposed to be one of, if not both, of the girls.

He looked up at Grimmjow, who had just finished roaming around the school to become better acquainted with the school after he had dealt with the boy that the nurse told him had ‘overreacted’ since he didn’t have any real physical indication of an attack. Nnoitra began cursing, and dragged himself out of the nurse’s office and headed off to what Grimmjow presumed to be his room, pissed. Grimmjow looked over his roommate again, who was not embarrassed in the least that he was only wearing boxers.

“Hey small dick emo fag, who are you talking to? Your new bitches?”

“Oh. So you are so gay that you’re looking for my penis? Ok. Homo perv, I'm going to sleep, so do not wake me up for a stupid reason.”

Grimmjow looked at him, as if he had just spoken devil’s magic, both angry at the counter insult, and his following words. He quickly turned to the clock, whose display proudly stated a 7:37 pm. So why the he be forced to act like it was normal? And he wasn’t a pervert, and like fuck if he was gay, but he Grimmjow knew he would feel even more retarded if Ulquiorra chose to respond to any more of his degrading comments towards the barely clothed man.

"What the hell? It is only 7:38 pm. Don’t you go to sleep later? From your attitude you would be the one to stay up until sunrise.”

“No. I sleep because it is said the more hours you sleep the less time you need to rest because you can utilize more time of the day if you wake up early. Please remember who woke up whom this morning.”
Grimmjow looked at him as though he had stated more devil’s magic, and even more blasphemy. So the only reason why he went to sleep was to be able to do more during the day? Wow. But then again, the boy had been up and ready before he woke up Grimmjow, and not only that, but he had been dressed and had time to spare. It was though he was contemplating when to go and knew at what time he should wake Grimmjow up. And since HMU still had a lot for Grimmjow to discover and explore, he might as well try Ulquiorra’s method to success.

“So... What time should I go to bed?”

Ulquiorra looked truly puzzled, as though he hadn’t expected Grimmjow to say anything in the category of agreeing. And now he thought about it, putting the phone down next to his pillow. He snuggled himself into his pillows, still calculating the time Grimmjow should try to go to bed.

“10:15. And I’ll wake you up at 7.”

Grimmjow walked into the bathroom and began to take off his simplistic clothes. He hopped into the shower, letting his mind wonder around the topic of what could possibly happen this year at HMU. He also made a mental note to call and check up on his mother before she found the school and ripped it apart, looking for him. Not having a cell phone, but instead a nice car, seemed very, very ironic.
Then he thought of what he should do on his Sunday while he washed his hair with shampoo. He processed and looked over a plan in his mind until he knew exactly what he would do tomorrow. However, to achieve that plan, he needed to wake up early.

He would find out more to what made his seemingly inhuman roommate tick.

Without warning, his member became suddenly very attentive to all of his movements. It grew to its maximum size, and he actually didn’t realize that it was completely hard till he made a hard left turn in te shower for more soap, and the sound of it hitting his side filled his ears. He looked outside at the door. It wasn’t like he would be coming in soon anyway…

Grimmjow stepped out of the shower, the water still flowing to cause a distraction to anyone possibly listening outside of the room. He then sat on the closed toilet, letting his dirty clothes make a sort of barrier against the top of the stool. Then, feeling more relaxed; he leaned back into the porcelain. It was cool upon his skin, bringing his senses to an all time high as he continues to caress his package softly, not wanting to completely rush, even though he knew the faster he got this over with, the better for him in refards to the possibility of someone coming in. He began to pump harder, till he began to feel himself moan at his own fingertips. Even though he was doing this himself, he was enjoying the fact that he was realeasing himself, since he hadn’t been able to cum in days. It was such a release to finally masturbate he almost forgot he shared a room as he let little whimpers escape his throat and the sounds released themselves into the air.

“fuuuuuuccck”

It wasn’t long before he felt himself push his endurance to the limits. Sure, if someone else was doing it, I wouldn’t have been so short, but he knew exactly what and where to touch himself, and how hard it should be touched. The precum began to leak from the tip of his penis as he let his hands rub over the opening of it, coating his fingers and a good portion of his length in his own juices. He moaned slightly louder than he had when he finally came into his hand, the load making a noticeable “splat” sound upon the wall that was his chest. He began to breathe heavily as he tried to regain his control, after such an intense release he wasn’t even sure himself how loud he had been. He began to thank his great sense of planning when he remembered that the water was still going and some, if not all of his noises had to be blocked out by the water being dispersed into the empty shower. He grabbed the most of his actions as he could in on hand, wiping it into a piece of toilet paper before flushing it down the pipe. He had finished his job when he stood up and began to make his way over to the door to actually head off to bed when he realized he missed a spot near his neck.

Curiosity got the cat when he reached with his hand and swiped it off of his body, putting his tongue to the appendage so that he could suck it off.

Tasty.

So he cut off the water and stepped out of the bathroom, making sure to go over his plan twice in his head, making sure not to forget. Yes. Tomorrow would be a big day


XXX


-click-

“uuhghhgh whadat happendedd?”

“Nothing Grimmjow. Go back to sleep. That’s what I'm doing.”

“mmhsmhkay…”

And with that short, yet existent conversation, the door to their room shut at 12:00 AM.


END CHAPTER

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So here is a graduation story, from me.

I just graduated right, and my parents got me a nice big cake with black and green frosting. Now if you have never had a heavily frosted store-bought cake, those colors can make it taste an awfully different than what it’s supposed to be. Now being the human that I was, I ate this piece of cake covered a surplus of that black icing till that piece I cut for myself was gone from my plate to my mouth. Now the green icing was okay, it was just the black icing was nothing I would like to try over and over again, (the aftertaste was about as pleasant as something I’d rather not swallow.). And so when I ate the large piece in full (you have to understand, I cut it with a lot of black on it, because I wasn’t sure if the icing was going to taste bad since I love extra icing, and I took a gamble), but shortly after I gagged, spitting up just spit, but just spit none the less. However the spit that came forth from my mouth was blue, and it was pretty interesting to be able to spit out blue, no matter how many times you’re able to do it. But tell me why, I was at my sink, being retarded and spitting it out, trying to coat the whole sink in blue, when my mom walks in on it, and she’s like OMG MY BABY, HOPSITAL! E.R.! NOW!

It was hilarious.