Can you tell me why? (The Kid LAROI)©

Holy shit

Nothing in my life was simple. And no, I'm not peculiar or extravagant. I'm not just because my enviroment is all of that and more.

Wait, do you think is completely normal when a young afro-american boy with 21 years old shares room (kitchen, bathroom, etc) with a 17 white and teenage girl and they relationship is basically godfather-goddaughter?.Protector-protected?. Wherever you live is not normal my situation.

A deep silence was heard across the apartment. That just can mean one thing : Jarad wasn't home. I laugh. After the several reprimand for call him in a "disgusting way "(yes, he was talking about his own name) he pick up his jacket and go to... " work ".
Soon you will know why I define with sarcasm this last word.

I finished my dreaming breakfast : milkshake and Donuts just to go back to my bed. My room wasn't huge (perhaps it was if Juice wasn't here becaming everything in a damned disaster). I layed down in my sheets looking at the ceiling.
—Happy birthday to me—it sounds like a depressing murmur. I'm not a particulary fan of remember year by year the fucking day when my parents left me.

Juice decided like that. Our encounter will be a new start for both of us.

" We were reborn among the ashes "

Sometimes I just ignore him when he was passed of everything you can be pass in life.

I look up everything around me again. 4 white walls?. Imposible to know the color under my posters. Two individual beds with the same cream sheets. The huge closet in the middle of the room and the Play Station. My loved and wonderful play. I winked an eye to the object.

A known melody cames to my ears. "Star Shopping " can say two things about me :
One : I'm in love with Lil Peep and
Two : Someone is calling me.

I took the cellphone under my pillow (Calm down, this shit is made of iron if have 3 years in my power) and get the call.
—What?.

—With this mood I'll say the guy bring me te pizza instead.—Pizza?. I love him ladies and gentleman.

—Do you expect I eat alone?.—I never made that since this stupid documentary about " Cancer and Loneliness".

—I need everything perfect here Gray.—forget about me saying I love him. Me and the Play forever.

—And you'll let me for the fucking perfection?.

—Grayson look...—and I literally blow up.

—Fuck you Jarad.—I threw the cellphone. I'm being so inmature but... Him too!.

I heard the knock knock and pull all my anger against the floor under my feet. I opend the door and took the pizza with a bad face.

I don't care what are you thinking Pizza Guy...

I threw up the door in his nose with an hipocritical smile. Sorry not sorry.

15 minutes later the box was empty and my soul full of mercy. I ate with anger (or I think) watching T.V. Was nothing in T.V, any movie, any documentary, any shit. Obviusly today is a damned day : October 31.

FUCK!

I jumped out from the cauch and find my closet. Obviusly he is so bussy. Halloween is a very important day for a Club.

Halloween = Money, money and more money.

Music, drinks and a dance floor. Who doesn't love it?.

ME, because I don't have any fucking costume at 12 AM.

Holy fucking shit.

           😁Hellooooooooo😁

I'm here again with a new chapter because I want to give a gift to everyone who reads this small piece of me.

WE ARE IN THE 5 TOP OF THEKIDLAROI!!!(and I'm not even  introduce him yet...)

I'm so happy for this because is a dream come true people, I'm not native of this tongue and I'm in a top 5. Doesn't tell you something?.
Everyone can do it. EVERYONE!!.

Ok, calm down Jude.

Did you like this chapter?. Let me know with your vote and comment please.

Please don't be a ghost, help me with my dream😉😉.

Lil Peep is my religion. Since I met him things are diferent and special. He teaches me the power of a smile in a bad day. I love him like I love Juice and....

Soon you will know,hahaha😘😘😘😘