Amor Congelado: Frozen Love (BoyXBoy) (Being Rewritten)

Moans Like a Bitch

Part 1
Summer of August 2016

Nickolas

Being Nicky Smith is easier than being Nickolas Pedro Benton. I love making music. It seems easier when I am in the studio versus when I'm with my delusional ass mother back in Mexico City, pretending as if I'm just the son of my famous dad instead of someone bigger. You've got to be strong-minded if you want to be in my shoes, especially given where my life is headed right now!

"You've got to be FUCKING kidding me!" My famous dad, Peter Smith, screamed from the top of his lungs. Dad is always screaming for things to get done so that I "won't be hurt by the industry", as he likes to put it. He's probably on the phone with the lawyers as I go through mental warfare in my head, wondering how she could do this to us. My dad then demands, "How much freaking money was spent?"

Yesterday was fucking lit as hell! I thought I was used to the thrill of performing by now. But every time I see my fans, I'm just amazed that they know every lyric to my raps! They follow a kid and been following me for six years now. Having a loyal fanbase is priceless! I couldn't ask for better fans. Plus, the venue yesterday was so pretty. I performed some songs for this Hip Hop music festival in the city. Lights adorned the stage as I looked at the beach full of people screaming. I swear that beach was so maxed the fuck out; police were kept by to make sure no shit went down!

"Alright. Let me talk to my son. Please help me figure this shit out! Nickolas has worked too hard for what he has! He is too young to be worrying about these kinds of things! She shouldn't have been able to even be near his money!" then all that excitement went down the drain! Why the hell does she has to screw my positive moments up! I sigh as I hear my dad come from his bedroom into the main living area, where I stand, waiting to listen to what ridiculous stunt my delusional ass mother has pulled this time.

"Son, I-"

I interrupted whatever explanation he had. "How much?" I said calmly, focused on a couple playing together on the nearby beach—something I crave to do one day. But for now, I am stuck in the endless cycle of putting my life on hold so that I can get through the next four years of my life without upsetting my mom too much over who I decide to be with.

"As of right now." Dad hesitates before answering further. "I-it's estimated to be millions. But I swear, Nicky, I will make this rig-"

"Save it." I keep my cool as I look back at the man, his face looking back at me with pity. "I know you will. It is not your fault. What do we do now?" Dad explained how she could spend my funds, where those funds were going, and what was needed to fix it all. Aka, I'm going to have to work my ass off!

Furthermore, he explains how there is no way to get the money back. The judge ruled she could easily spend it all. That stupid bitch! If I ever see him again, I'll sue his ass for emotional distress. Ever since that divorce, my mom has been a pain for me and my dad. I haven't gotten upset with her misusing my income during this whole ordeal. However, it's when Dad tells me that I'll have to go back and live with her!

"Oh FUCK no," I protest adamantly. "I can't go back to her! I want to cut her fuckin' hands-off for touching my money!" I propel myself against the wall, attempting to return to my room.

"Nickolas Pedro Smith! Stop yo' ass right there!" My dad's booming voice stopped me. I'd say if anything will stop my plans, it's my dad. I turn around to face him, crossing my arms. "First of all, language! Just because I cuss don't mean you can!" Oh, the typical black parent tactic: don't do as I do! "That's still your mother! I taught you to respect her. No matter what she does to hurt you! At least you would've done your part when it's all said and done."