For the Fans

by Nyla K.

My entire body feels frozen solid, like someone ordered an ice sculpture of a shocked teenager.

Lol

she’s still my mother, and my best friend. Epic Momma’s Boy, reporting for duty. As long as we’re still us, I’m sure it’ll all work out.

But Avi is allowed to fishbowl his bedroom like he’s backstage at a Kid Cudi concert. It’s fucking ridiculous.

“You don’t own Boston College.” He folds his arms over his chest. “I can go to school wherever I want. This is America… Land of the free to go into crippling student loan debt anywhere you choose.”

😂

“I came over here to tell you to fuck off.” An incredulous laugh bubbled from my throat. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! You came over here to start shit because you’re bored. What’s wrong, superstar?? Got no one to pick on now that we aren’t living together anymore?”

I’ve got this. Who gives a fuck that Avi is the mascot right now? It’s weird, yes, but I can’t think about it. I have a game to win.

So easily distracted by Avi

“Frankie… I will not rob a bank with you. I don’t think I have the stomach for it. Plus, what kind of mask would I wear?? There are just too many options…”

Lol

“I’m not into dudes,” I growl at him, and he huffs. “Yea, asshole, neither am I.” He folds his arms over his chest. “Especially not ones like you.”

Surrrre

“Whatever. At this point, I feel like my fans will pay extra just to watch you guys arguing. The tension between you is insane… When he’s glaring at you, nostrils all flaring, muscles flexing… I’m on pins and needles, just itching for him to kiss you.” She bursts into a fit of giggles

“Don’t look at my cock, fucking pervert.” “Why… is it small?” I bite my lip. “No.” His gaze narrows, and he leans in closer. “It’s big.” “Prove it,”

Lmao

Money is very much the root of all evils. Because it’s power. Money, sex, fame, power… Control. They’re like drugs. Preying on the weakest parts of your condition.

pull up a text to my grumpy bitch of a stepbrother.

Lol

It’s a bill for next semester’s housing. Eight thousand seven hundred and eighty-two dollars. For five fucking months. This is America.

Avi is stiff, maybe shocked or surprised by what I’m doing, but only for a moment before his lips part over mine and he kisses me back.

I’m in a rush to get this over with; sink my dick in Lexi’s pussy and prove once and for all that everything is fine, and mistakes or not, I’m still me.

Lol

“That’s probably true… But who cares? Stop fighting what feels good, Kyran.”

“You’re a bad liar,” I murmur. “We both know this doesn’t want cheerleaders…” “Ffuck off, Avi…” he whines. Inching my lips up to his ear, I whisper, “I know your secret. You wanna be bent over and fucked by the mascot.”

Lol

Finally, he breathes out a long exhale and bites his lip. Inching over hesitantly, he kisses me on the jaw and mumbles, “I’ll text you.” Then he spins and darts out of the dorm room like he just dropped a bomb on my face.

“How could you ever forget about Chrismakkah??” He feigns outrage. “It’s the epic battle between Jesus and Moses!” He cackles at the look of horror on my father’s face.

Lol

“It’s us. I don’t think anything we do is non-sexual.”