Catching Feelings: A Jaden Smith Love Story

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Imani POV:

“Imani! Get your ass up and help me bake these damn pies!” my annoying mother screamed from the kitchen. It was 11:45 am and I was in the middle of watching a re-run of “Awkward.” I groaned as I got up and dragged myself to the kitchen. It was the beggining of October on a Friday afternoon, and it was hot as the devil’s playground outside. Damn why is it hot when in Fall? I was wearing a black tank top, some way too short white shorts, and my Adida slides. My hair was in its usual high ponytail. I’m trying to grow out my bangs. “Do I have to mom?” I asked my mom. “Yes you do! Your sister isn’t here to help me because she’s at her friend Alexis’ house for the week. You never do anything. Lazy bum,” she said rolling her eyes. She was right. I haven’t done anything fun. I made A LOT of friends, but yet I haven't done anything. The only thing I did was go to the Y and go to the mall (without any money). Either that or stay in bed and watch TV or go on Twitter (btw follow me @RocThatMindless). I ignored her comment and said, “Why did Mr. Chris move anyway?” Mr. Chris was next door neighbor. He had 2 children, way younger than me. His wife left him. “Because his job moved. Plus, he’s getting re-married,” she said, stirring the ingredients. She was making her famous sweet potato pie. She better save me a slice. “Who’s moving in the house?” I asked. “I don’t know. All I know is it’s a family of four. And they’re last name is Smith. Here mix this and then put this in the pie crust and put them in the oven. I’m going to check on your cousin and her baby. Give them the two pies when they cool off a little and when they’ve been here for couple minutes. We’ll keep this pie,” she replied. “Wait, you’re making THREE pies?” I asked. “Yes I’m making three pies. There are three pie crusts aren’t there?” She said annoyed. I just rolled my eyes. When she finally left, I blasted my music. I put on my new Justin Bieber CD, Believe (Did y’all buy that CD? Cuz I listen to it every single day :D) I was singing and dancing along to “As Long As You Love Me” while I was mixing. I did as my mom told me to do. When I heard “Right Here” come on, I started to get sad. I had a boyfriend named Zyonn. He moved to Delaware so I don’t really see him that much. We text each other, but it just isn’t the same with him right here. I want to him to hold me. I just stood there the whole time thinking. Then “Die In Your Arms” came on, and I felt a tear drop come down my face. I started bawling. I ran upstairs to my room and laid my head on my pillow. That’s when I saw a moving van. I pulled up across the street. Then a car pulled up. I saw bodies come out. And I couldn’t believe my eyes. Will and Jada Smith came out. They looked overjoyed. Then Jaden Smith and Willow Smith came out. Jaden looked annoyed and Willow was wearing sunglasses. I guess they were upset. I mean I would too. I would miss all my friends and my house. Speaking of houses, why are they moving in a twin house (yes I live in a twin house), when they have a big ass mansion? Just then, I heard the timer go off. I slumped downstairs and took the pies out the oven. Since my iPod was still downstairs, I still heard music playing. Just then, “Girls Talkin’ ‘Bout” came on. I started dancing like they were. I love to dance, but just for fun. I don’t like to do it in public. If I dance in public I look like an idiot. That’s why people swear I can’t dance. I’ve been practicing. I’m an OK dancer, I try to grind and twerk, but I have no type of curves what so ever. Matter of fact, I have no type of anything. My sister is the one that has everything. I have a twin sister. Her name is Brianca. I don’t want to get too into details. Any whore, “Happy New Years” came on and I started rapping and singing along. That’s my favorite JB/JS song. I started getting lost in my music…

Jaden POV:

We arrived at our new house. It’s small. Too small. I’m way too mad though. Why do we have to live here? We moved all the way across the country to Pennsylvania. I asked my dad why, and he said because we need to get away from all the fame; take a break. So taking a break is leaving my friends behind? He also said we had to get back to our “roots.” Wtf does that mean? I was born in California! And I loved my life so far. It was amazing. My dad is trying to ruin it. Willow was bawling her eyes out. She was really gonna miss her friends. My mom said our friends could visit, but it isn’t the same. My dad wants me to go to school. PUBLIC School. Like seriously? If I can’t get home schooled, at least let me go to private school like the Obamas’ do. I looked around the house. It’s majorly small. My room is small. The living room is small. The kitchen is small. The bathroom is small. Everything is too damn small! Why me…