Bianca noir: Badflower

F***ing Press

After months of travelling around the country giving speeches about the harmful side to drug-using, I was super glad to be relaxing at the beach. Despite my white wolf abilities I had failed to notice the paparazzi closing in on my sunny spot. I guess you could say I wasn't such an unsung hero anymore. Since the molly incident cameras and reporters all wanted an interview from me. I wasn't prepared to give them one though. I had experienced first hand what the media in America does to people's lives. Fuck, I have Liam Hemsworth lying low on my yacht until all the drama from Miss Cyrus has gone under.   

I began walking from the water back to my towel. Stuff that. It gives them an easier chance to see my body. I sprinted from the water and snatched up my towel. After wrapping it around my shoulders I headed off towards the changing rooms. They surely wouldn't follow me in there? Right? They probably think I'm nuts because stars and celebs would never use the public changing rooms. I thought about this while slipping my sunny yellow new york shirt over my head. I packed up my stuff and slung my beach bag over my shoulder and stalked into the parking lot. 

I rode back to the boat. I noticed a few cars had followed me for quite a few blocks. I thought I would have a little fun. I led them all through the back streets and the ruffed up bits of Brooklyn.  I lead them down  State highway 678 and over Whitestone bridge and into the Bronx. Don't let anyone tell you that most of the buildings are tumble down. To be quite frank the just looked a little older than the ones in my area.  How would they like to take photos of this neighbourhood? Maybe the would realise what is going wrong with this world. 

I turned to look behind me. Not surprisingly they had taken a u-turn before they got any deeper into the neighbourhood.  Not wanting to run into them I had to go through the traffic of both The Bronx and Manhattan to get back home. The good side to that is I got an amazing photo of the sunset from the Brooklyn bridge.

I pulled into the parking lot. Some new cars were parked in the driveway. I didn't recognize them until I spotted a note under the windscreen wipers. I let the wiper smack back into the windows as I read the note. 

Hey Bianca
This is Josh writing to you. Please excuse us from taking up your parking spot. We have just gone to your boat. Kishan let us in.
From Josh Katz ❤️

Ok well, that was different. I had no idea that the were in Auckland. (Ps. They are my FAVOURITE band). I  managed to contain all traces of excitement by the time I reached the slider door. As I expected there were extra shoes in the doorway. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open. Thankful for the well-oiled track.