The fame.

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I woke up at 8:40. Got dressed and went to pick up Kylie. On my way to her house I started to think about the fame. What if I was back in Omaha with my mom? What if I really never met my dad and never knew that it was Barry Manilow? What if I never fucked Rico? Yikes. Now I was stuck in traffic. Fuck. I called Kylie, "Kylie I'm gunna be a little late so much traffic urgh" she sighed,"go home I'm tired" I got mad "BUT KYLIE I NEED TO GET MY NAILS FIXED" "so go. last night me and Tyga got into a fight and I am not in the mood rn Mekayla" "Whatever Kylie why are you dating that old guy anyway" I said as I turned the car around almost hitting a car(yikes I'm only 15 why the fuck am I driving) "because my mom likes publicity and this brought a lot of it but to be honest kay, I let my emotions into it and now I like a 25 year old man with a kid wtf even is me" I laughed, "you're a slut" "tru" she replied. "So are you gunna get your nails done?" She asked, "no I'll do that tomorrow" I said, "I'm just gunna get tacobell and then I'll go to ricos because I'm a slut on birth control" "well okay, but don't shit on him, Taco Bell is bad right before sex" I laughed, "where do u come up with this shit" she went silent,"well lets just say I had an experience with that" "YOU SHIT ON TYGA" "STOP KAY" "NO YOU LEGIT SHIT ON TYGA LIKE DURING SEX" "STOP" "OMG THATS GROSS KYLIE" (authors note:wtf am I even writing) all of the sudden the line went dead silent. "she did not just hang up on me" I said to myself. I knew I was gunna be in traffic for atleast another 10 minutes so I turned on the radio. "looks like we made it" by dad came on. "THIS NIGGA MUST HAVE BEEN IN MY CAR" I said, I then put on the most hardcore song of all time. "Rock me" by one direction. Hell fuckin yeah. (Authors note: that's my fucking jam yo)




I walked into Taco Bell and picked up Rico. "You hungry?" He asked. "no I don't want to pull a Kylie Jenner and shit on ur dick" I responded. he looked at me oddly and mumbled whatever as we started walking to the car. Paps came up from the bushes,they started to yell. "MEKAYLA IS THIS UR BOYFRIEND" "MEKAYLA WHY U ALWAYS AT TACOBELL" I shouted "PAPS NO" and ignored them until I heard a familiar voice say "yo Mekayla" in a much more relaxed tone then the other Paps. I turned to see who it was. "OMG YOUR THE BLACK GUY FROM TMZ WHO CAUGHT ME AT CVS!!!!!" Rico kinda just stood there in his Taco Bell uniform while I was dressed in Versace and had a Michael kors bag (get on my level nigga) the black guy was talking but I didn't really pay attention so I kinda just thought about why the hell I was going on a date with Rico. He was a "fuck and duck" (not the animal yo) kinda thing why the hell am I still with him. Tomorrow I'll be back in school and I'll fuck a different guy I don't need Rico mane! I got into my Porsche and drove off. he was still leaning on the car when I pulled off. he fell. I laughed. whatever.

When I got home I saw that dad had got me a burrito from chipotle. YAS BITCH YAS. "Mekayla your birthday is coming up" i jumped "YAS SWEETSIXTEEN BITCHHH" Garry came in the room and said "LETS START PLANNINGGGGGG" I started to think what it would be like if I stayed in Omaha and was still dating that hog Jack G. yiKES. i then realized I haven't talked to my mom ever since we got into that fight and I moved.

•FLASHBACK•




"Mekayla I have something to tell you"
"Okay what ma"
"Mekayla your dad isn't 50 cent. his name is Barry Manilow."
"MY DAD IS BARRY MANILOW WHAT THE FUCK"
"yes and I'm sorry I kept this from you"
"BUT YOU SAID MY DAD WAS 50 CENT"
"but he isn't Barry is"
"I THOUGHT I WAS A HOOD NIGGA"
"MEKAYLA STOP BARRY IS YOUR DAD AND HE HAS A LOVELY HUSBAND"
"MY DADS HOMO"
"yes"
"IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE"
"I wish"
"GOD I HATE YOU"

•end of flashback•

Um dad can we do this another time? "oh yeah sure honey" "okay thanks" I said I slowly walked up the stairs and went to my room. I sat on my bed and started to cry. GOD WHY ISNT MY DAD 50 CENT? I screamed while in tears.

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