(Sorry it's short, I wrote this on the bus on the way back to my mom's work because I needed to get rid of that draft. Anyways, hope you enjoy! ❤️)
I listen from the other side of the recording room. Moose was famous, actually really famous. He had a lot of money, too. And he was successful, let's not forget that one.
I wanted fame. I wanted money. I wanted success. I was his girlfriend, for God sakes. But the only fame I got was from fans of Moose's. I didn't have many of my own. Only about 10-20.
I sit on the couch in the living room, drinking coffee. Moose walks in. "Hey, babe," he says as he sits down, as well. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"I want to be like you, George," I say. "What do you mean? You are like me. You're badass, a car fanatic, and, let's not forget, a really good gamer."
"No, George. I meant your YouTube life. I want fame. I want money. I want success. I want—" I was cut of by Moose kissing me. I blushed.
"Never mind. I want more of this."
