I Think She's the One

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     Today is the day that I'm going to hang out with Chrissy. I am wearing a cute black, skin tight dress to try and impress her. It's long-sleeved and goes down to just above mid-thigh. I am wearing black pumps with it. I just got my new car yesterday and today is the first day that I'm getting to drive it. I'm excited. I am picking Chrissy up at her house in it. I pull into her driveway with the top down. I get out of the car and knock on her door. A woman, older than my mom, answers the door. I'm guessing it's her mom. 

"Chrissy, your date is here!" She shouts

"It's not a date!" I hear her shout back. 

"Here. Come in. She's not quite down getting ready." I walk in and sit on the couch.

"So, tell me about yourself," a man, I'm guessing her dad, says

"Like what?"

"How do you have a freaking Lamborghini Aventador Convertible?"

"My mom makes good money."

"What does she do for a living?"

"Makes people happy."

"Oh... There's a lot of jobs that do that."

"Well, her's is the best job." I see Chrissy at the top of the steps. "With a girl that hot, this better be a date." She blushes. She's wearing the cutest outfit.

     She has her sunglasses propped up on the top of her head

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     She has her sunglasses propped up on the top of her head. 

"Do you really think I'm that hot?"

"I mean, I'm not blind and you have a really nice ass." She laughs. 

"Well.. Thanks." I open the door to the passenger seat and close it behind her. I get in the driver seat and turn on the car

"This car is really nice."

"Thanks. I just got it yesterday."

"Really? What kind of car were you driving before that?"

"Lamborghini Veneno."

"What was that one not expensive enough for your liking anymore?"

"No, I just wanted a convertible so I went out and bought one... With my mom's money, of course."

"Who is your mom?"

"You'll see. Just relax. I'm taking you somewhere special." I turn on my music.

"Oh, I love this song!" she shouts as she turns up the radio.

"This is for my Instagram models, eating up the cake, watch it go right to ya bottom. You should get a new job, holla at McDonald's. Listen when I speak, baby, you can write a novel. The way I spit flows, put you in a pickle 'cause I did it with no label. Got a crystal ball, but I need luck 'cause I 'ready got them pesos. It's simple, treat 'em like Kinkos cause they only trying to copy me. Last I checked, you ain't some handsome devil with a college degree, but you think you can have your cake and eat it too. Well, tell me why these pretty women never leave with you. I even asked your mom and pops and they like "We approve." That's why your girlfriend screaming out my name, I call that Beetlejuice. 'Cause I'm the one she choosing as her preference. Minnesota women show me love like I was Kevin. Pull up in your city, I could swear that's no exception. Get up in my X-Box 'cause I'm all kinect'd. I know some people out there used to hate. Twenty women in my trailer like I'm moving weight. Yeah, no wonder why we celebrate. Hold up, you ain't invited, homie, you can bake a cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake. Homie, you can bake a cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake. They wanna talk, but I don't wanna conversate. Watch these women serve the pussy like it's on a plate. Gordon Ramsey though, watch me grab a fancy ho. Just because we eating that don't mean that we be on a date. Plus, I'm more Seth Cohen than you've ever been. That's why I take all these women down like medicine. You be popping pills just to get some extra thrills. I said "Hell no" to my lawyer, you can throw out all my deals. I'm like Ving Rhames when I bring game. Put a bunch of cash under the table and cop me a big name with a big house and a show on basic cable. Probably, be hosting some comedy roasting, just talking my shit 'cause it's very explosive. They wanna control this like remote controllers and pull out the guns, better give me a holster, Shwoop! I'm trying to coast along the coast cop me and Aston. Nah, I ain't the son of Christ but I got passion. You offended? Whoops, I ain't even asking. I'm too busy fucking these older women like I'm Ashton... bang. I know some people out there used to hate. Twenty women in my trailer like I'm moving weight. Yeah, no wonder why we celebrate. Hold up, you ain't invited, homie, you can bake a cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake. Homie, you can bake a cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake. I'm Hoodie, I'm, I'm. I'm Hoodie. I'm Hoodie, I'm, I'm, I'm Hoodie, bitch. I'm Hoodie, I'm, I'm, I'm Hoodie. I'm Hoodie, I'm, I'm, I'm Hoodie bitch," We rap while laughing. We stop at a stoplight as All Eyes on You by Meek Mill plays. 

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