Tommy the clown · Y/n story by @f1girldriver

The backstage of the St. Elmo Pavilion was a hurricane of glitter, face paint, and bass-heavy music thumping through the walls. It was fifteen minutes to the Battle Showdown.

Jayah

without looking up Raya, you got the red? My tube is, like, completely dead.

From across the crowded, chaotic room, near the entrance to the boys' section, a pair of eyes watched. Kimora leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her own clown makeup already perfect and sharp. She was staring directly at your spot next to Jayah.

Leelee

follows your gaze and rolls her eyes Ignore it. She’s just mad ‘cause Twin Two asked you to hold his chain at practice yesterday.

Trin

And ‘cause you’re over here with us. And ‘cause you breathe.

Jayah

finally looks up, meeting Kimora’s stare She needs to get a whole new hobby.

The door to the boys' side swung open and Twin Two stepped through, a blue bandana holding back his locs. He scanned the room, his expression easy until he spotted Kimora’s posture. His smile faltered for a second before he shook his head and started walking toward your group.