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XLVIII

Jeremiah

Los Angeles, CA

Man, I'm nervous as hell. We just pulled up at my dad's place and it's fucking huge! I figured it'd be a mansion since he's Jay Z and all, but damn! I've never seen a house this big, I swear to God. It ain't even a house, it looks like a museum or something. I can't believe I'm gonna be living here. Just wait til my friends see this on Snapchat, they gonna die. I'm feeling real blessed right now.

I got out the car and grabbed some of my bags. My dad helped me with the rest and I followed him up the steps and into the house. DAMN! It was even nicer on the inside. The staircase is bigger than the one we got at school, and there's a big ass crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I was geeked out. I really feel like royalty right now, like I don't even know if the Queen of England or the Obamas are living this good. Ain't they friends with the Obamas? Well, anyways.

I started walking towards the staircase but my dad shook his head and waved his finger for me to follow him. I mean I guess. I shrugged and we walked past the foyer and down the hall. I was confused until I saw it.

"You got an elevator in your house?" I said in awe. What the fuck? Is this a hotel or a home? Or both? Shiiiit.

My dad laughed. "Yeah." He nodded. He opened the door and I hauled myself and my stuff inside. He hit the button and we went up. I was still in shock so I didn't say much. This was the type of stuff I imagined having for myself in the future, like after my career in business took off, but it's coming sooner than I expected. I'm not complaining.

The elevator stopped on the second floor and we got out. I barely managed to follow my dad to my room because I was too focused on looking at any and everything we passed. This house was crazy. Yeah I keep saying it but y'all don't understand. This place is dope as hell.

My dad walked inside the room that I assumed was mine, so I followed. My eyes widened cause once again I was geeked out. Yeah, you guessed it, it was big.

"This is one of the guest rooms, we'll work on turning it into yours soon." My dad said and set my bags by the couch. Yeah, there's a couch in the bedroom. I guess that's a normal thing for rich people. "Just think about what you want going on in here, color scheme, theme, whatever. Bey will probably handle designing it, she's good with stuff like that."

"Okay cool." I nodded. I was still looking around.

"You want to unpack now or later?" My dad asked.

I looked around at all my stuff. "Later." I said. He nodded.

"Aight. Come on." He said. I shrugged and followed him out of my room. We went back downstairs and into the kitchen. I took a seat at the island while my dad headed for the fridge.

"You hungry?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nah, but can I have something to drink?" I asked. I was thirsty.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Water is fine." I said. He nodded and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He passed it to me and I quickly opened it. I don't know why I was so thirsty but whatever. Bottoms up.

"Jay!" I heard someone yell. I jumped and almost spilt my water on me, but luckily I didn't. My dad looked at me and chuckled. I was trying to play it cool but I think he saw it.