Enter a world of luxury, prosperity, and the most important one of all, richness. This rich world is a mix-up of drama, contentment, and secrets-where it is centered around the cities of California. As the focus isn't on the parents and originators...
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ THE FLY GUY
"Mickey, where are you going?" My mom questioned, seeing me leave the party.
"I'm leaving. I'll call you later," I assured, kissing my mom's cheek as I dapped up my dad and walked out of McKinley's mansion.
As I walked out of the house, I saw from the corner of my eyes; Leilani heading upstairs. She ignored me as I wanted to go back inside to annoy her and to see the look on her face as I did it. She didn't realize that she annoyed me as well.
Not really, but she could be very hurtful with her words. She loved having the last word and going back and forth with me. I chuckled, thinking about the time whenever we were lab partners. She couldn't stand my guts and instantly asked the teacher to change parents, but the teacher stated that the class wasn't changing lab partners, and she was stuck with me.
Although we disliked each other, we worked well that day, and we ended up getting a 100 A on the project. I could admit that Leilani was smart enough to work with me.
I walked outside, waiting for the valet driver to arrive with the car that I drove here. Ronnie was planning on staying with Symone to shoot his shot, I'm guessing.
I was planning on going home to pack for this trip. The valet driver arrived with my baby. My brand new 2021 Dodge Charger Hellcat that my parents bought me for my first year in college.
"Good looking out," I told the valet, taking the keys as I entered my whip. I was about to push to start when my cellphone vibrated in my jeans pocket. It couldn't be a call as I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen, feeling a smirk grow on my face.
Princess Leilani: Get home safe, loser.
Out of all people, Leilani was the first person to text me that; I found it hilarious. It made me think that she cared for me a little bit. I wanted to get out of the car to pick her brain, but I could still do that, texting her.
It sounds like you care about your boy.
Sending the message, I pressed the button, putting the keys in the cup holder, and started driving. Music blared through the speakers of the car; as I rapped along to Epidemic by Polo G. It was a good song that I couldn't help but vibe, too.
Since I was in college, I've been living on my own in my apartment. I wasn't tripping on the size of the apartment, but it couldn't compare to my childhood home. I lived a couple of blocks down from my friends but still not too close to everybody. It took me at least twelve minutes getting to Hudson's stucco and stone castle, and let's say; I'm blessed.
It's been almost a year since I've left to head to college, but I was on a summer break and decided to visit my family. I had to type in a code that I naturally remembered and watched the gates rise. Driving up, I continued zooming down the road until I got to the house, and I parked the car in the front of the house, getting out before grabbing my cellphone.
