King Kylie on Top

Ch 1: King Kylie

"Kendall! What the FUUCKKKK!!!!" Kylie's voice reverberated around Kris Jenner's house, her voice bouncing off of walls and echoing throughout the main entrance way.

Kylie was standing over the upper railing, shouting curse after curse at her sister.

Decked out in an ensemble similar to her "glosses" video shoot, she had a doo rag, black crop top, and slow slung grey sweats curved around her hips, drawstrings undone and hanging out the front. Her perfect brows were furrowed and her lips coloured with Dolce K.

After no response from her sister, she shouted again. "KENDALL. KENDALL. KENDAAAAALLL."

Kendall's head poked out from her mom's bedroom door into the main hallway. She was sitting on the floor with her hair thrown up in a casual ponytail, sucking on a lollipop. She curled her knees into her chest, and said, "What!" back in a peppy voice, sucking on her lolli, clearly unperturbed by the way Kylie was talking to her. They were sisters, after all.

"What did you do to my shirrrrttt!!!!" Kylie shrieked, shoving a red cotton t shirt out for her sister to see.

Kendall made a what are you talking about face, but didn't make any moves to get closer to her sister.

"Literally what are you talking about Ky."

Kylie shook the shirt, as if Kendall was stupid. "Pit stains. PIT STAINS. If you're going to borrow my shit, at least keep it clean or keep your B.O. off of it!!"

Kendall rolled her eyes and swung her ponytail to the side as if to say idgaf. Her dark green long sleeve t shirt made her skin look more olive than she was given the time of year, and she wore similar sweats to her sister, with small white ankle socks to complete her chilling-at-home ensemble.

"I didn't get your shirt dirty, Ky. Chill." With that, she disappeared behind the ornate door with gold gilded handles that led to her mother's mansion's master bedroom, and kept doing whatever she was up to back there.

"And should you even be EATING that lollipop?!?! You're a supermodel and you're back on the runway in TWO WEEKS. Diet time, fatty."

Some sort of garbled reply came back through the master bedroom door, but you could barely make it out.

"UGH," Kylie let out a visible sigh, to no one really.

"She's so flipping annoying. She borrowed this shirt, I know she did. She loves this shirt," Kylie said pointedly to me, with the conviction of someone prosecuting a criminal on the stand.

"I believe you," I said, indifferent to what was going on. This happened about twice a day when the girls were hanging out together, and I usually just sided with whoever was pissed while the other was out of earshot. Made my life easier.

"Whatever," Kylie said, more to herself than me, as she plopped herself back in front of the mini hallway leading into her dome-shaped walk in closet, as she attempted to spring clean the overpacked space. Piles of cotton t shirts, sweats, and all around chill wear tumbled around her in a mess of fabric and hangers. A small space was empty in the closet in front of her – she had rows and rows to go. She would never make it, I already knew it.

As if on cue, she groaned and laid back over the pile. "This is soo hard, I loveeee all my clothes," the starlet grumbled, as she kicked her legs out in front of her and lay starfished on the ground. She was sporting her turquoise clip in extensions, and her thick, dark hair tumbled around her face, the turquoise popping against the many grey and black crop tops she lay on top of. There must have been at least 10 of the same of each.

Kylie rolled over onto her side and reached out for her phone, flipping directly to snapchat. She opened one or two from Jordan or Harry, and I could hear her laugh out loud as I typed into my Mac laptop in the corner of the room, booking her flights for the weekend to go yachting with J Biebs and the crew. This was the only weekend all their schedules matched up before her and Kendall flew to Australia to promote their PacSun line, and Justin's 3 day break before continuing his tour in Europe. I clicked away, calling in a favour from one of their preferred charter plane companies to get the last minute trip booked.

I looked up as I heard one of Tyga's songs playing to see Kylie kneeling in her favourite position in the closet under the overhead light, as she lip synced to her many fans. The chorus repeated a couple times as she listened to and examined the lighting in her shot.

"Good enough!" She said giggling as she posted it. She then chucked her phone away to avoid the millions of notification that popped up as everyone from 8 year old girls to 40 year old moms watched those 8 seconds.

Kylie looked over at me with wide eyes, "You'll check and see who watched it, right Jane?"

I nodded in response to her and gave her a reassuring smile.

She perked up and looked at me and said, "Harry's coming over soon!!" And got up to rush out of the room.

"Kylie – wait! Do you want to leave at 8 am or noon this Friday??"

She paused at the door for a moment, biting her lip as she thought. "I don't care. Whatever works for everyone else." And skipped out into the hallway before dashing in two seconds later. I looked up from the ornate chair I sat in with my laptop perched on a matching round coffee table that stood in front of two bay windows overlooking the Calabasas hills. "And you'll finish my closet for me, right Jane?" She said kind of hurriedly, in a breathy voice.

I looked at her, my eyebrows raised slightly in mock questioning and defiance.

"Just the section I started pleeeaaasseee," she rushed out in one word, scrunching her face up, turning her head to the side, and giving me the biggest, cheesy, pleading smile she could muster.

"Yes, Ky, I got it," I said, chuckling as she opened her eyes, gave me a bigger smile, and said, "THANKS!" As she rushed in, grabbed her phone, and jetted out of the room.

I sighed, realizing I had forgotten to give her her flight confirmation details. I wouldn't be chaufferring her on this trip like I did the family ones – she would get some much needed time away with her friends and I would stay back and schedule her clothing line consultation meetings and her Kylie Lip Kit design and production meetings.

Being the personal assistant and all around keeper of the youngest member of the most paparazzi-ed celebrity family wasn't always easy, but it sure was quite a ride.