"I still can't believe you blew up like that" my bestfriend Mandy, exclaims as she sits on the white fuzzy rug of my room. As I blended in my makeup at first I didn't know what to say other than "You get lucky Mandy". I shrugged and continued blending out my makeup hoping to close the conversation before it even starts.
I remained humble the whole time, this had to be at least the 200th time. Mandy has brought up my so called "stardom". Ever since I started free styling in my bedroom she thinks I'm the next "big thing" but I've been told I'm a no one. "So what if my account hit 400k, I'm not famous Mandy" I stated with a stern sound in my voice.
She shrugs and gets up adjusting her little black dress that stopped around her mid thigh. Her brown hair was held up in a loose bun that you can tell she put time into.
"Well if you're not famous then explain how lil Tracy invited you to one of his kickbacks in L.A with THE gothboiclique" she emphasized.
"I told you already, Tracy is a old friend of mine. I liked his music and he likes mine. I barked my face annoyed as usual.
Finally I was ready and Mandy was done trying to prove her point, I wore black and pink camo joggers, with a distressed black supreme shirt and paired it up with a pair of all black high top vans. I fixed my dark colored curly hair that fell a little more than my shoulders. Mandy and I headed for the door and slipped right in our Uber.
10 minutes later
We pulled up to a two story house. Downtown L.A Traffic was bad but we probably might look "fashionably late" which is something I wasn't complaining about.
I walked up the couple of stairs that led to the a dark green house. Mandy's heels clanking from behind me.
HorseHead opened the door I tried everything in my power to be cool and act chill.
"OMFG, you're lil goth, woah I love your music and your whole vibe" he screams over the blaring music in the background. I thank him and try to keep my cool shouldn't that have been the other way around?? I thought replaying what the fuck just happened in my mind.
I walk through the crowding living room only to get hit with giant clouds of weed floating in the atmosphere, I watch a couple at a table snorting cocaine, fuck talk about a trap house I think to myself.
I spot Tracy hitting a blunt and immediately run up behind him, I turn around only to see Mandy slumped up by someone with a pink hair and with a neck full of tattoos on the couch.
"Yo, I'm so glad you could make it" he shouts his eyes were bloodshot and he was gone.
"Well thanks for actually inviting me" I shouted over the music trying to smile but probably looking awkward when I do.
"There's actually someone I want you to meet" he stammers as he passes the blunt to someone else at the table. "Peep" he shouts, and soon the guy Mandy is talking to gets up she seems annoyed once she realizes I'm the reason I flash her and I'm sorry smile and she spins starts to get over it.
"Meet lil goth, lil goth meet lil peep" Tracey says widely with a big ass smile on his face.
"Y'all should get to know eachother your gonna need this chemistry" he laughs wickedly.
"Hey" I stammer.
"Hey ma" he smiles confidently with his grill gleaming.
