Moschino is the adopted brother of Drake. He moves across the country into this big mansion, attends a "normal" highschool where he meets people who would turn out to be his closest friends. One by one he tells them his "secret", while in the proces...
🦄Moschino's POV🦄 "Mom.......Mom.....MOTHER?!?" I yelled from my room. It'll be easy to text her but these phones are ruining this generation. Just joking I'm just too lazy to get it from my shelf. "Yes son?" She said coming to my room with a puzzled look on her face. "HIE." I said with a goofy smile. I love annoying my mother. I'm really blessed to have one.
Okay so here's the tea. My name is Moschino, I'm 18 years old, a Gemini, and senior in High School (started school late, I didn't fail like some people...no shade). I just had a birthday like a week ago. I'm 5'10 (which I think is the perfect hight for someone "like me" brownskin (Kelly Rowland but a tad bit darker, or maybe I'm Darkskin...*shrugs*), hazel eyes, gay, and somewhat cunt. I've always said I was a butch queen but idk. According to my adoptive mom, my birth dad is Jamaican and Indian and my birth mom was African American, which explained my short temper and wavy hair. My mom adopted me when I was 1. You see, my birth mother died when I was born and my father decided that he didn't want me anymore so he gave me up for adoption. Thankfully Sandi Graham (the goddess who adopted me) welcomed me into her family with open arms. She brought me home and I met my adoptive father (her first husband) Dennis Graham and my adoptive brother Aubrey Graham. Unfortunately 13 years later my mom and dad got a divorce and she remarried. My stepdad wasn't bad, but he wasn't Pop (Dennis). But the amazing thing is that my brother became an actor is now a rapper known as Drake. Yes you've read correctly. I'm the adopted brother of Drake. But let's keep that on the low. I try not to let people know that because people will use you to get what they want, and sadly that's my brother. But I love him to death. He's my bestfriend and he's the first person I came out as gay to. He's so amazing. My hero. But I'm rambling, where was I?
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
She started laughing and rolled her eyes. I hopped off my bed and ran after her. "I wuv you mommy" I said in a cute baby voice. "I love you too now move so I can finish cooking for Mark" she said. Mark is my stepdad. He's cool I guess, I mean he doesn't seem to have a problem with me being gay (which I wouldn't really give a fuck if he did) but he'd make slick comments about my hair, wigs, the fact that I dress flamboyant sometimes and I can slay any bitch in a pair of 10 inch heels. "Ugh" I said in disgust. "Moschino Li Graham" she said. When she calls me by my government name that means she means business. "That's my name, don't ware it out" I said while snapping my fingers in the air. "Look I knew you guys aren't on the best of ter-" I interrupted her by saying "Oooookaaay I know where this is going. You want me to be nice to him no matter when he says, even if he disrespects me. Well I can already tell you that that's not happening. You know how I get when people disrespect me." "I know Li but at least try. For me? Your senior year starts in two months and you won't have to worry about him anymore. You'd be moved out and living your own life. If I had it my way I'd let you walk around with a 30 inch lacefront with some lingerie and some "Gaga Heels" and you'd still be my baby. You give my life sis!" She said while mocking the way I snap my fingers. She's such a fag hag. "OH MY GOD mom please don't do that again." I said while crying my eyes out laughing. "Okay okay. By the way nice hair." She said. I froze. Shit I forgot I dyed my hair pink last night. I know my mom doesn't have a problem with it but Mark? That's a different story. "Ugh here we go" I said, knowing the bullshit I'm gonna have to deal with later. ~2 hours later~ I hear the house alarm beep and knew Mark had just got home. I was about to call Aubrey but my mom called me downstairs to eat. Mark: "Whats for dinner?" Mom: "Chicken or Shrimp Alfredo, Garl-" I'm walking into the kitchen as she's telling him what's "we're" having for dinner. Mark: "WHAT THE FUCK?!?" He peeped my hair. "Mom get your husband." I said, looking dead in his eyes Mom: "Moschino what did I tell you?" "And what did I tell you mom? He's not gonna disrespect me, even if this is his house" Mark: "well since you so grown, you, your make up, and your wigs can get the fuck out of my house!" Mom: "MARK?!?" "No it's fine mom. That's all I needed to hear. I'll pump my gay ass out of this house." (which was huge as fuck by the way. Did I mention he has his own advertising company?) Mom: " So you think you're gonna find a place on such short notice? Baby think about this." "I've already made up my mind, I'm leaving. I'll figure something out out. Don't worry about me mom, I'll be fine." She had tears in her eyes. Gosh I hate seeing her sad. "I'll go and pack my GAY things and I'll leave in my GAY BMW." I said giving him the death stare while walking off ever so cuntly.
While packing my things, reality hit. I'm being kicked out. Even if I did decide to stay, he would've thrown me out anyways, so I'd rather leave with grace instead of going to jail because of a nigga putting his hands on me. I HAD to spill the tea to my brother. He's probably in the studio but I decided to call him anyways. He'd probably detect something is wrong before he'd even answer the phone. The phone rang once and I heard my brother's comforting voice saying, "Didsomeonecallforabigbrother?" Damn he's good.
