𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

Ch. 1

Hiiii!!! This chapter mentions God for a BREIF second. I am in fact agnostic, I will use religion rarely/not at all. The only reason why I will ever include it is bc all of the ppl here (I think) believe in God. Thank youuu! Love you guys!!!!

"These go over here.... no, take them over there." Colby instructed the u-haul workers with a monotone voice where to place boxes and certain equipment.
"Hey, Colby! I hired some maids! They are gonna come by every Monday and Friday. I also got some butlers. They are gonna he here every day unless we excuse them," Corey nearly yelled halfway across the new mansion. Corey didn't see it, but Colby simply nodded at the statement.
LA was a much... different, environment from Washington DC. It was more crowded, but fewer tourists. The air seemed a little less dense, and every blade of grass had a tan hue to it. But it was, admittedly, better. Everyone also had a cheerful mood, excited for a new and larger place to live. Everyone also had a certain job; Tara was on wardrobes, Devyn was on furniture, Jake was on getting more guns and basic weapons, Corey was on finding maids, and lastly, Elton was on the gym area. Colby wasn't really doing anything, so he decided to go around and help out the others.
"What do you think of the place so far, man! It's great, huh?" Jake patted Colby on his back. He returned a half assed smile.
"We picked the right one, brother." The mafia boss also responded with a chuckle and smile.
"It's nice to see you smile once in a while, dude, you should do it more often. God blessed you with those white pearls," Jake smiled and laughed along with Cole. He simply shook his head and continued to look around the large house. He then slowly started to walk up the stairs. He found his room, and stood there for a second. He had a balcony, a bathroom with a bath and shower, two walk in wardrobes, and a large main room. He smiled to himself, almost appalled at the amount of space he had to make a beautiful room.
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"SAMMY!" Kris yelled my name. We were currently filming for her channel Kallmekris, also with Celina! It was a random steam game we found. It was near the end of the play through, and all of us were tired.
Kris slowly did her outro, saying thank yous and sponsors. I decided to do a quick tiktok. My account had nearly 5 million followers, and I was doing a simple lip syncing video.
"Sam, if you are doing a tiktok again, I SWEAR!" Celina yelled at me while doing her wheeze laugh. I also started to laugh, guilty of her accusation.
"You're just jealous!" I giggled happily. Slowly, after more conversation, Kris and Celina left the discord call. I hung up my headphones and softly landed on my bed. I turned on my earbuds and played my playlist. Tyler, the Creator, started sending vibrations throughout my ears and brain. I stood up and looked out to the complicated city of LA. He had lived there since he was a kid, growing up with a sister and the best mom ever. His apartment was small, but it was definitely big enough for 3 people to live there.
"So what makes you think...mhmhmhmmmm." He started humming out the lyrics. He danced to his fridge and started getting out things to make a fruit salad. He checked his phone, seeing his video already hit 11.7k likes. He simply chuckled at the amount of love and support he had already retrieved.
He walked out to his small but cozy balcony. Plants, a rug, and 2 chairs made the place feel homey. It made Sam sad that the other chair was usually empty, but it also made him feel almost glad. His last boyfriend was toxic, and Sam was happy when he finally grew a pair and broke up with him. The only reason he resisted doing so is because of the large amounts of 'If you break up with me, I'm gonna kill myself!' or, 'If we break up, I'm gonna find your family!' etc. That day, he packed everything of his boyfriends and lit it on fire. He then dumped it off the balcony. He kept his expensive jewelry, such as rings and necklaces, and the shoes. He sold them for thousands, which made up for the days of work he lost due to the douchbag making him call out sick to work.
A sudden call grabbed Sams attention, pulling him out of the deep and regretful thoughts.
"Hey, Sam! Are you gonna come to work tomorrow?" His boss asked.
"Yeah, I don't know any reason not to." Sam responded.
"Great! We are gonna be super understaffed, so I might need you to also work the graveyard shift." Sam grumbled in response.
"How much extra am I gonna be paid?"
"Worth working 3 shifts! Depending on how hard you work, I might even throw in there an extra day of ptooo..." He sang the last part.
".... Ok, ok, I will. When does my shift start?"
"Great! It'll start at 6 pm, and it will likely end at 5 am. I know it's a lot, but you can get free dinner and breakfast. Plus, only a few people come in during the night." The times made my jaw drop.
"That's 11 hours!... ughhhh, fine fine, I'll be there."
"Thank you so much, Sam! You have no idea how much -" I hung up on the D1 yapper. The thought of working 11 hours nearly made my blood boil. But I'll do anything for another day of pto. I slowly stood up from my chair and entered my apartment.
"Fucking, stupid job... made me pause my god damn music... fucking bitch ass boss." I mumbled under my breath. I continued to my kitchen, finally making the fruit salad. '11 hours...' is the only thing he could think.

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