tabloids. // katy perry fan fiction

three.

I groggily go down the stairs, holding on the rails for dear life. My head is pounding harshly, making my vision whirl around like a tornado. I try not to fall face first on the ground as I slowly and clumsily walk towards the kitchen, placing my hand on my forehead in hopes to make the spinning stop.

Being grounded is way better than being hangover, I thought. I quickly open one of the cupboards, searching for some aspirin to help ease the throbbing pain. I couldn't think straight. I quickly grab the pill as soon as I lay my hands on it, desperate to stop my head from pounding. I pop the pill inside my mouth, the bitter taste sinking into my tastebuds. I grab a glass of water to push the pill down my sore throat. I sigh deeply, waiting for the medicine to take effect.

"Bet you're having a swell time." My mom sarcastically says as she places her right hand on her hip. She steps closer to me, staring at me seriously. I roll my eyes, lowering my body so I am currently sitting on the tile covered kitchen floor.

"I'm not in the mood to play games, mom." I groan.

"Well, so am I Caleb Hudson." She raises her eyebrow, looking straight into my dead eyes. I stay silent, not knowing what to respond. I know she's preparing herself to give me a speech about being responsible and minding my image and things I don't care about. I groan loudly as she throws something at me, something thick like a book or a magazine perhaps.

"Read the headlines." She sternly tells me, making me pick the item up with shaky hands. But my body didn't respond quite well. I quickly stand on my feet, feeling my dinner go up my throat. I open my mouth as I bend down to face the sink, the disgusting taste of bile circling around my mouth as last night's meal escape my system. Mom quickly runs to my side, rubbing my back to soothe me-- which I am thankful of. I continue to throw up everything that manage to get inside my stomach last night, emptying it.

"Better?" She asks, her tone softer as I finish puking. I nod, not being able to formulate words. She hands me a cold glass of water, making me smile thankfully at her. I regain my position on the tile covered floor, feeling comfortable with the floor's coldness. I chug the whole glass of ice cold water down, desperate to wash the disgusting taste off my tongue. Now that I feel better, I hastily pick the tabloid up, scanning my eyes through the front page being printed with my picture as the main focus. I sigh heavily, readying myself for what the people would say.

Caleb Hudson, Queen Of Pop: Katy Perry's son Parties Way Too Hard, I read, closing my eyes as I groan. Mom sits beside me on the kitchen floor, sighing as she places her soft and warm hand on my shoulder.

"Caleb, you have to think of what people might think of you. If you continue to do this I-"

"I know. . . I know. It isn't good for my image. I know." I whisper, trying to control my emotions. Caleb, crying is for girls. Crying is for girls.

"It's not just about the image, Caleb. It's about being responsible. Honey, you're still 14. You shouldn't be seen drinking your ass off with some. . . some stranger." She removes her hand from my shoulder, her comforting warmth not radiating on me anymore. I breathe out a heavy sigh. I know she's right. I close my eyes, trying to take the awful things I read off my mind. No matter how much I try, I couldn't.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just. . ." she pauses. "don't do that again." I nod, opening my eyes to see tears staining my mother's cheeks. I glide my thumb across her tear strained cheek, wiping away her tears.

"I promise." I mumble, staring at her crystal blue eyes I adored and envy so much. If only I had her eyes, maybe people wouldn't make fun of me this much if I would have those pair of eyes. She pulls me into a hug, making me gasp lightly. I wrap my arms around her body, feeling her warmth engulf me.

"Now let's get to bed. Sleeping it off would help." Mom helps me up, pulling me away from the cold hard floor.

"Okay. . ." I respond, walking towards my bedroom. She follows me, holding onto my hand.

"Caleb?" My mom shouts from the kitchen, making me groan as I set my phone on the couch.

"Coming." I reply, making my way to the kitchen.

"Could you please buy some milk? We're all out." She tells me as she closes the double doored fridge. I nod, quickly grabbing my board and slip inside my favorite coat.

"Oh and one more thing. . ." She says before I step out of the door. "Come straight home, okay? I need to talk to you about something." I swallow hard, quickly shutting the door behind me as I put my helmet on. I run to the huge metal gates, typing in the code so I could get outside. I head to the closest grocery store, going back to what might have happened last night. What does mom want to talk about?

A few seconds of freedom soon deciphers, making me clench my jaw as I close my eyes with a sigh.

"Caleb!"

"Caleb! Who was that man you got wasted with?"

"Caleb was he your friend?"

"Caleb you look so much like that man!"

"Caleb why were you crying last night?"

"Caleb what does Katy have to say about this?"

"Caleb was he your father?" I stop, opening my eyes as I turn around.

"What?" I say through clench teeth, anger filling me as I look at the crowd.

"He was your father, wasn't he?" A man asks, snapping alot of pictures of me. I turn back around, trying not to shout at them right there and then. I need to control my temper.

Breathe, Caleb. Just breathe, I remind myself, mentally counting to ten. My mom taught me to do this whenever I need to control myself; Whenever I need to stop myself from getting angry. I hurry inside the grocery store, stepping inside desperately. I earn a few stares, but people quickly move on. I jog to the milk aisle, grabbing two boxes hurriedly.

"Will this be all?" The cashier asks, not even lifting her head up to face me.

"Yes." I respond, handing her a hundred dollar bill. I retrieve the change, quickly turning around. I stop walking towards the exit, a multicolored magazine catches my attention.

Caleb Hudson: Child Drunkard, I read as I pick the tabloid up. I run my fingers through my tangled hair, closing my eyes as I try to ignore the million other tabloids filling the whole stand. I place the magazine back on the stand, biting on my lower lip. I knew better. I should not have read shit people write about me. Mom warned me about this from the very start, making it very clear to keep me from reading those tabloids. But I can't help it. I can't help being curious a to what people think of me. I head back home, ignoring the paparazzi and their annoyingly deafening questions. I get inside the house, dropping my board on it's usual place. I head to the kitchen, dropping two boxes of milk on the island.

"Caleb, can we talk about the-"

"Mom, I'm not in the mood to talk. Please, not now." I close my eyes, resting my head on the cold kitchen island.

"But we have to-"

"No. We don't have to. . ." I pause. "I told you, I don't want to talk right now."

"Look, mom, I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad day. It isn't your fault, don't worry.C- Can I just have a few minutes to myself?" I head to the back door, thinking of going to the treehouse to calm myself down.

"Okay. . ."

-a/n-

yaaaay! it's me again, brokxnwings. im sorry if this chapter is so crappy omg im sorry. im not really well this week. alot of crap going on at school, a lot of activities. kinda sick too. so yeah, im really sorry for this chapter. i hope you'd forgive me.

any comment about the third chapter of TABLOIDS.?

-brokxnwings aka isis xo