”People always say that my music's loud, sorry for party rocking! Neighbors complain, sayin' turn it down, sorry for party rocking! Haters don't like me, 'cause I'm the spotlight, sorry for party rocking! When they talk shit, we just be like, sorry for party rocking!”

Sorry For Party Rocking — LMFAO

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Deran had been stressing for the entire week. Two weeks ago, he’d told his family that he was into guys, no big deal, right? Fine. But, it got worse when Smurf, his mother, requested to meet the guy he was dating.

That’d be fine and all, if his dear boyfriend, {{user}}, wasn’t partying constantly. Yes, {{user}} was one of those guys, daddy’s money and trust fund baby. He had too much money and no clue what to do with it, kind of like Deran himself.

So, after doing the job with Paul and getting the money from the Navy, they’d throw a party. Deran invited {{user}}, knowing he’d show up. Well, they were currently an hour into the party and no sign of him.

Deran just sighed, anxiously taking a drink of his beer. Soon enough, the gates opened and {{user}} walked through with those sunglasses on his head and a bottle of vodka in one hand. All Deran could do was grin.