Wildfire

one.

"Come on honey, get up, you need to go to the gym," Kris Jenner demanded as she entered her son's room...his very disgusting room.

In a family full of girls, Rob was the only boy, so she tried to be understanding, she tried not to smother him or berate him too much. She tried her very best with all of her kids, but his lazy approach to life was slowly driving her insane and she had reached her breaking point earlier in the week, prompting a huge fight between the two of them where she basically told him to get his shit together or get out of her house.

"I don't want to go to the gym," he mumbled, barely cracking his eyes open as he rolled onto his back and watched his mom poke around his room, letting her eyes roam the dark space as she seemingly tried to figure out where to start cleaning up. She knelt down and picked something up, and once he saw what was in her hand, he immediately closed his eyes again because he already knew that he was about to hear a mouthful.

"Rob, what is this?" Kris demanded to know, holding up the opened golden condom wrapper.

"It's protection..." he obviously stated as Kris released an annoyed huff.

"After our big talk about how you were gonna try to better yourself and you didn't need to be with random girls?" Kris reprimanded, earning another eye roll from her son as he groaned.

"Gosh, mom, please..."

"Where were you last night, Robert?" Kris questioned as he shrugged.

"I just went out for dinner..." he said, because it's not like he was lying. He really did go out to dinner.

"I don't want anyone creeping around my house while I'm here, Rob," Kris stated as Rob sat up in his bed and pointedly looked at his mother.

"No one is here, mom," he reassured her, glancing at his closed bathroom door before looking at his mom again.

"Gosh, Robert, I don't even know what to say to you right now. I am so disappointed in you and you know what? I'm glad you're wrapping it up but don't leave condom wrappers on my floor anymore," Kris ranted, about to turn to leave his disgusting room until the door to his bathroom opened and a familiar looking girl stepped out, only dressed in what was obviously one of her son's tee shirts with her caramel colored hair falling down her back in messy waves.

"Um...hi," she greeted with an awkward wave.

Kris flicked the light on to get a better view of the girl and that's when she recognized her. She was on Disney, she was friends with those Jonas Brothers, and Kylie was obsessed with her music. She just couldn't remember her name.

"What the hell, Robert Kardashian? After you just told me that no one was here!"

"I'm really sorry...I can go," she apologized, tugging at the end of his shirt to try to cover more of her body like that was making the situation any better.

"No, no, who are you?" Kris interrogated as the girl's eyes shifted to Rob then back to Kris, obviously intimidated by the infamous woman.

"I'm Demi...Demi Lovato. Nice to meet you," she squeaked out, reaching forward to shake her hand but Kris looked at her hand, then her face, then to her son before shaking her head and dramatically exiting the room with a slam of the door.

I was watching KUWTK and just got this idea lmfaaaoo (don't expect a full blown story I'm already struggling to write passionfruit 😂)