Be More Chill Musical Bootleg Novels & Stories

For some reason, I hear the big clock in the living room ticking loudly, sweat breaking out of my pores as I shake my head as a silent plea for Zachili not to do it. “Please…” I croak out, tears finding their way out of my eyes as well. “I’m begging you. Please…” Chelsea smiles, but that isn’t the least of my worries now. I’m more bothered about the fact the Zachili ignores my plea and goes ahead to pull the trigger. As the gunshot strikes between my ears, I shriek. >>>>>>>> PLAYLIST: Passo Bem Solto (ATLXS) (Extreme slowed) – Zachili FE!N (Travis Scott, Playboi Carti) – Shadow Cross (Zachili).

But then, the applause stopped awkwardly as a voice echoed through the speakers throughout the wedding hall. It wasn't the wedding music or the melodious tinkling of the piano, but the sound that shocked everyone the most. A recording of a woman and a man groaning and sighing loudly. Then the moans overlap with skin clashes and different slimy tones. Snarls and sounds of pleasure filled the place.

Chloe was beaming. He rented them a private booth, and immediately she grabbed the mic and flipped through the songbook with giddy urgency. Valerius lounged on the couch, arms crossed, looking completely out of place. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “Correction,” Chloe said, pointing the mic at him like a weapon. “This is living.” The music kicked in. She belted the lyrics off-key, twirling, laughing, shaking her hips. Sweat glistened at her temples, her voice cracking in wild, beautiful freedom.

' 'Yeah it's pretty clear I ain't no size two But I can shake it, shake it like I'm supposed to do 'Cause I've got that bum bum that all the boys chase And all the right junk in all the right places…' I sang as we staggered along the street. 'Booty booty,' she sang, hitting my butt. 'I see the magazine working that Photoshop We know that shit ain't real Someone now make it stop If you got booby and booty just raise 'em up 'Cause every inch of you is perfect From the bottom to the top…' 'Cause my momma she told me don't worry about the size

Satisfied, the three head to the party area. The moment she enters, parting the dangling curtains made up of stones, Coral feels goosebumps on her skin. The music booms all over the place making the earth shake. 'Cool for the Summer' by Demi Lovato plays in the background and Coral has the urge to get on the dance floor. “The song is so good. Let's dance!” Coral beams, tugging at her best friends to come with her on the dance floor. Chloe waves her hand saying no. “I need a drink first, then eye a few hot guys, and later I'll join you.” Coral rolls her eyes and turns her puppy eyes towards Kelly.

“Don’t fry me out, Chelsea.” She laughed under her breath, rolling her eyes, then suddenly turned the music up, singing along loud to Nicki Minaj. “Yeah, I know you wonderin’ why I got the silicon boot on...” I looked down at her leg, smiling slightly. Typical Chelsea, always trying to show off. “I didn’t even notice,” I said. She shot me a sideways smirk. “Yeah, I know. Just tryna let you know so when we get down, you don’t be askin’ dumb questions.”