April Drip Fools: Maximus n Xavierâs Cop Drop
Bruv. Oi, bruv. Listen up. Dis oneâs bare peak, innit?
Was just out dere on da block, flexinâ outside dat lit juice bar, vest off, glisteninâ in da sun lyk a fukin golden god. Got da tunes pumpinâ from me speakerâGrime Mode Flex II, ya get meâbody propa oiled, abs showinâ, glintinâ wiv every fukinâ breath. Felt like royalty, innit. Headphones in, doinâ some mirror posing against da window, just so da normies inside know what real looks like.
Den dis stiff-ass copper rolls upâsome bald buzzkill wiv da jawline of a pencil sharpener. Eyebrows tighter than my joggers.
âSir, youâre causing a public disturbance. Turn off the speaker and stop⌠posing.â
Oi, I nearly burst, innit.
I just tilt ma head, lift me sunnies down, real slow, and go,
âBruv⌠iz April Foolz week. You allergic to vibes or summat?â
He donât laugh. Peak. Starts readinâ me some rulebook 'bout âintimidatinâ body languageâ n âdisorderly display of muscles.â Said I called him âa civilian beta.â (Which I did. Lyk, propa accurate tho.)
So I go, âBet you canât even catch a gold lad if he ran.â And man started chasinâ. Oi, I was gassed.
I bolt, not full speedânah, I give him da show, innit. Turninâ da corners all slippery, bouncinâ off walls, pants low, vest open, laugh echoing all down da alley. Proper golden smoke trail. Datz when Xavier pops outta nowhereâhood up, lookinâ like da dumbest golden gremlin.
âOii, Maxxyyyy! Da doorâs ready, bruv!â
I wink, âSet da trap, mate. Got a fish on da line.â
He slaps da side door openâitâs hanginâ half-off da hinges, bucket above propped up wiv a plank, and inside da frame, we rigged da lights n audio. Bare effort. Xavier even wrote âNOT A TRAPâ on da wall in glitter marker. Genius ting.
I dash through da door, slide across da floor like Iâm starinâ in me own music vid. âThrough âere, officer!â I shout, all breathy n dramatic. âIâm surrenderinâ, bruv!â
Copper barrels in.
CLANG.
SPLASH.
Gold everywhere, bruv. Confetti explodinâ like we launched a fukinâ glitter rocket. He stands dere like a statue for a sec, arms out, brows frowninâ⌠until da powder starts sinkinâ in.
âWh⌠what the... what is this?!â
Xavier hits da buttonâmusic starts blastinâ on da inside speakers, loopinâ:
âYou feel it... You want it... Bro up. Gold down. Vest on. Thoughts off.â
Me n Xavier peek round da side, gigglinâ like schoolkids, watchinâ da copper tryinâ to wipe glitter offâbut it just keeps meltinâ into his clothes. Navy turns glossy. Buttons start poppinâ. Boots turn to glimmerinâ gold kicks. His baton straight up fuses into a gold vape pen.
Voice starts changinâ.
âWha⌠what da fuk... dis feelz... good? Lyk, propa good⌠innit?â
He grabs his shirt collarârips it open, lets da vest puff into place all by itself. Gold chain slaps on his neck like a magnet, nose flarinâ as he lets out this deep bro grunt.
âFuk me, Iâm glowinâ, bruvâŚâ
Eyes shimmerinâ. Hair fades into dat clean sharp chav fade. Cap appears, twisted back. Smileâs dumb. Cheekbones poppinâ. Mind? Gone.
He flexes in da mirrorââLyk, hel yeah... dis iz a mad ting, fam!â
I swagger up to âim, arms crossed, smirkinâ so wide I nearly bite me own lip.
âApril Foolz, mate. Ya just got chaved.â
He donât even care. He just grins at his reflection, rubbinâ his new gold vest.
âCan I get dat track on me phone, bruv?â
Xavier dies laughinâ. We hand him a golden vape. âFirst hitâs always free, bro.â
Now he's flexinâ down da alley wit us, singinâ da loop.
âGold down. Vest on. Thoughts off.â
Lyk, fukinâ classic, innit.
Best April Foolz we ever pulled.
Wanna go tag some more doors now. Might do da same to da pizza guy next.
(thanks to @polo-drone-039 for agreeing to be my crime partner on dat)
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