Rapper Imagines

White Roses (kid trunks)

" Roses are red, violets are blue." your mother said to you as she read out of a book.

" momma?" you said interrupting her reading.

" yes dear?"

" why aren't roses white? why do they always have to be red?" your mother looked at you with worry.

"why would you ask such a dumb question darling? Roses are red. That's how its supposed to be. Just like how you were born a girl. That's how its supposed to be. And that's how its gonna stay baby." you got sick to your stomach at your mothers words.

" I don't want to hear the rest, we can finish it later. I'm gonna be in the garden." you left the table and walked out the back door.

You loved your garden. It was a way for you to get away from everyone and their opinions.

You loved your family to death, but they never gave you anything out of life.

despite you being 17 they still didn't let you go out and explore the world , that's why you had so many questions.

Your mother hated it when you asked questions about nature and natural disasters, at first you thought it was because she didn't know why either. But know you know it's because she was trying to keep you in a box.

You walked over into your rose garden and sat down on a step stool.

" Why can't you be white? are Green, maybe even pink." you asked the plump flower.

" You could always paint them white." you turned around and there was a boy with dyed blondish and black hair.

" They most likely won't smell the same but they would be white ha." he said walking closer to you.

"w-who are you?" you stumbled on your words.

"Oh yeah, I'm Ming but call be trunks that sounds way better." he says holding out his hand, but you didn't shake it.

" is this your garden?" he asked while looking around.

" Y-yes, I like to plant here when I'm mad or bored." you say standing up.

" you sure do get mad a lot don't you?" he asks while walking toward you,

but you started walking backwards.

"n- no. n-not really. mostly b-bored." you say stumbling onto a table.

" calm down cupcake I'm not about to hurt you. I just wanna know more about you."

You still didn't move. You were scared because you've never have a boy this close to your body before.

"sweet little baby in a world full of pain aren't you?" he grabbed your hand and kissed it to let you know that you're safe.

You looked him and his eyes. it seemed like you could trust him. You wanted to ask him questions so you got off the table and said,

" Do you think I'm pretty?" you asked him in childish tone.

" I mean you sexy mama ha, why you ask?"

" I just wanted to know." you said walking around him and back into the rose garden.

" well what else do you wanna know?"

" Well why are peoples racist?" you asked getting even closer.

" You never learned about that in school kid?" He asked touching your roses.

" No I'm homeschooled and my mom rarely answers my questions."

" That explains a lot, okay I guess people are racist because they think their better then the other race which is dumb because their not but yeah." Trunks was nice and you kinda liked him but judging from his tattoos, he was way too old for you.

" oh. well that sucks. your not racist are you?" you asked while looking at his face tattoos. Lord they were hot.

" Hell no 95% of the people I hang around are black ha." 

" what you looking at ma?" he says getting you attention.

" oh the drawings on your face. The rose is adoreable to me." you says touching his face.

" You mean my tattoos?  yea i guess they cute. You like tattoos i see, wanna go get one this friday." He asked looking you up and down.

You knew nothing about tattoos, all you knew is that they were forever and you couldn't remove them.

" Should I? I don't wanna make my mother mad." Trunks grabbed your hand.

" It's your life and you do what you want to because at the end of the day you're the only one that's has ur back. well besides me. I don't even know your name yet and i can already tell you dont enjoy the way you're living." you started to cry at trunks words. He was right though you didn't enjoy living this way.

" you're right. im living in a box. Can you help me exscape?" you grabbed his hand and he kissed you. you're first kiss was at 17.

"What's your name again ha." trunks said as he pulled away

"y/n." Trunks smiled at you and you smiled back.

" That's pretty. So the guy that lived next door told me you were 17 right?"

"yea. h-how old are you again?"

" calm down. im 17 too." you smiled at his words. he was luckily the same age as you.

And for the first time ever you had a friend who was willing to answer all your questions about the world. <3