It should be known that I don’t throw this ass on the first date ever… But I had such a great time with Rakim that I didn’t want him to leave so I invited him inside for an after dinner drink (we were off camera of course) and when I noticed that we had the house to ourselves well… things progressed pretty quickly. So now here I am curled up in bed with a guy who’s smile is brighter than the moon and who, last night, helped me take out my extensions before things got too wild. I think I’m in love.
“Quit lookin’ at me Jenner” he says, his eyes are closed and he pulls me closer to his body. I giggle and snuggle closer,
“how did you know I was staring?” With his eyes still closed he scrunches up his features and replies,
“shit girl, you were starin’? Nah… This might not work out if you a creepy chick and shit” I push against his chest and he lets out a laugh and smiles his perfect chiclet like smile.
“What time does your uh, reality thing start?” He asks his brown eyes study my face and I realize that I’m not wearing any makeup. A rarity.
“The camera crew usually shows up at like 10 an-” a loud ding interrupts me and I reach over to grab my cellphone
“but they just got permission to film at Justin’s house so they won’t be over here” Rakim smiles
“they won’t?” He asks his nose nuzzling mine and I smile and shake my head
“what ever will we do?” I ask in a dramatic southern accent and before I can put my phone back onto my night stand he’s flipped us so I’m straddling him
“I can think of a few things ma” he says quietly leaning up for a kiss
“think away” I whisper against his lips and then I’m flipped again, this time underneath him.
Justin must be in an extremely good mood this morning because not only has he allowed our friends to sleepover, and, consequently, trash his place, but he has also given the camera crew permission to film at his house all day which is a rarity. I’m putting in a new nose ring when Justin enters the bedroom again a camera man behind him being as in-intrusive as possible even tip toeing so Justin isn’t too irked by his presence.
“Hey princess,” Justin says tugging on the loose fishtail braid I’d asked Gigi to do I smile at him in the vanity mirror and blow a kiss.
“You like the makeup table baby? I wanted it to be just like the one you have at home” I fought to roll my eyes because the other day Justin had went out himself and found a vanity nearly identical to the one I had at my house just so I would have a space for all of my makeup, hair tool, and other products. He was the most thoughtful boyfriend in the world.
“I love it baby, thanks again” he places his hands on my shoulders and leans down to put a loud, smacking kiss on my temple.
“Oh yeah, Scooter called, he said you and I can record in your home studio and he’ll edit it later on isn’t that great?” Justin beamed and kissed my head again, I knew how much he loved recording in his own personal studio and his sound was always a little more raw when the music came from it.
“How would you feel about doing a bonus track? Like with the squad?” I eye him through the mirror and he bites his lip and shrugs.
“I’m down. But… can the squad even sing?” Justin throws his head back with a laugh and squeezes my shoulders.
“Guess we’ll find out huh?”
What the bloody hell are we doing in Justin fucking Bieber’s recording studio? Better yet, why the bloody fuck are we in a booth?
“Cara start beatboxing. We all know you can do it” you make a sick beat once and suddenly you’re Dr. bloody Dre. But I start on a beat anyway and it’s pretty alright.
“It’s fucking lit Delevigne!” Za yells so I smile and continue to beatbox until Justin makes a gesture for me to stop. He presses a few buttons that don’t make sense to me and before long the beat I made is echoing through the booth.
“Kenny and Khalil, you guys do some backup vocals” Justin instructs and I’m pushed away playfully from the microphone by Kendall
“Za you know what to do,” and Za hops in with a freestyle that is so impressive that I feel like he must’ve written it beforehand.
“You hop in there Jay,” Nonnie says and he shrugs off his jacket before entering the almost crowded booth. Justin adds on to Za’s rap and their dance moves end up making all of us hit and bump into each other but we’re having so much fun that no one seems to care.
This shit is going to go platinum. Is all I can think of as soon as Rhiannon steps into the booth. Her voice is melodic as fuck and it sounds like an angel is taking over and using her body as a vessel. And yes, I know that she’s one of my best friends but she’s doing this grinding thing against Biz that is sort of turning me on so to distract my inappropriate thoughts I focus on Cara who has Gigi twerking away at her front.
I can’t twerk but Cara doesn’t judge me for it but by the way Kendall is looking I decide that it’s time to get away from her and dance by myself. Khalil and Za try to tag team grind me but I’m not having it so I bop a little in the corner and shoot smiles at Rhiannon as she sings a bangin’ hook.
Instead of redoing Purpose as an acoustic version I’ve decided that I want to redo it as a Rhiannon version. Meaning that my fucking goddess of a girlfriend will feature on every track. She finishes the loop and winks at me and I pull out my phone to take a quick picture of her that I’m sure will end being my wallpaper, and once I post it on Instagram some fanboy’s as well.
We’re all going hard on the single we just made, rocking to the beat and just acting stupid when my phone rings. The word ‘Kylizzle’ blaring across my screen.
“ Hey turn it down real quick,” I say to Za who’s bassing the song he nods and rotates the dial so the music pounds at a soft murmur.
“Hey King! Where are you? We just made the sickest be-” I’m interrupted by a voice that doesn’t belong to Kylie and for a moment I’m worried that her phone was nabbed by an over obsessed fan.
“Is this Rhiannon St. John?” An older woman asks and I’m skeptical as hell,
“Who’s asking?” The woman sighs wearily and I hear… sirens? In the background.
“If this is she please confirm because we have your friend Kylie Jenner in the Cedar Sinai ICU in critical condition after a car accident. You are listed as one of multiple ICE contacts” my heart stops for a moment and I begin to nod frantically before I realize that the woman can’t see me.
“This is her, what’s going on? What happened?” The sound of sirens get louder followed by beeping and shouting and the woman sounds a little impatient.
“The incident involved Miss Jenner being seemingly chased by a motorazzi. It would be wise to get here quickly Miss St. John.” I nod again and before I can answer the line goes dead.
“Who was that baby?” Justin says looking up from the soundboard I glance over at Kendall who’s sitting on Cara’s lap ignoring Justin I race over to her and grab her hand.
“What in the fu-” she starts but I grip her hand tighter
“Where’s your phone?” I ask in desperation and she reaches into her pocket with a facial expression that clearly labels me as crazy.
“ Kylie is in the hospital a motorazzi caused her to have a car accident. We have to get there right now.”
Ain’t it crazy how things can go from zero to one hundred real fucking quick? One minute I’m tryna sneak a grab at Gigi’s booty and the next I’m in a car with my head in my hands praying for everything to be alright with King. It’s like a montage scene theme way we’ll rush into the hospital, Kendall crying so hard she can barely talk so Cara takes over and asks where we can find Kylie. The nurse behind the desk gives all of us a sorry ass look before taking Kendall back and warning that only family is allowed. Which I think is fucked because we’re all King’s family.
Kendall doesn’t come back once the nurse takes her away and no one comes back with any updates either. We all look a mess sitting up in the waiting room with our big ass reality cameras tracking us, and I wish that this particular moment would be off film but our producers would never resist the ratings.
“Rocky!” Cara shouts and we all turn to see A$ap and a few of his security detail burst through the hospital doors.
A$ap does a round of hugging all of us before taking a seat between Cara and Gigi.
“I saw what happened on the news. I was with Kylie earlier today but I had to leave to take care of some stuff at my label. I was actually going to meet up with her at your place Biz” I nod and pull Rhiannon closer when she lets out a small sniffle.
“Peep Twitter real quick. Look what the rest of her family is saying” Za tells us and we all begin to scroll through our phones.
I don’t have beef with any members of Kylie and Kendall’s family but it seems like the only people that give two shits about them are Rob and Khloe.
“Little sister had an accident. Will check on her once I finish launching more #kimojis” Justin groans and shakes his head after orating Kim’s tweet.
“Heading back to LA with @robkardashian to be with @kyliejenner. Prayers needed and welcomed” I read out Khloe’s tweet and a series of nods go around the room.
“What about Kris and Caitlyn?” Gigi asks and I go to their profiles and read their latest tweets,
“Get well soon Kylie mommy loves you!” I scoff at the words and Justin crosses his arms,
“acting like she has the fucking flu” he says angrily. I read out Caitlyn’s tweet and find myself further disappointed in her family.
“Prayers for my youngest @kyliejenner. Also, tune in to watch my exclusive interview on E! Tomorrow night!”
“That’s messed up for real,” A$ap says and we all express our agreement in various gestures.
The paparazzi gets restless outside and we all realize why when Khloe and Rob are ushered into the hospital.
“Squad,” Khloe says sadly before hugging and kissing all of us Rob shakes hands with the guys and kisses the girls before falling back quietly.
“We want to see our sister,and they’re going to come to see her too.” Khloe tells a new, younger nurse who seems to have just been put on rotation.
“I’m sorry Miss Kardashian but family only…” Khloe turns to look at all of us and then back at the nurse,
“This is her family.”
I’m holding her right hand and it’s ice cold. It takes me a moment to notice that on her left hand, which is broken at the wrist, she’s missing three acrylic nails and her knuckles are bloody from where she tried to climb out of the car. All kinds of tubes are lodged in her throat and her chest rises and falls in rhythm with a beeping machine.
“We’re going to get you out of here Ky” I promise, trying in vain to warm up her hand.
“Hey doll” I whip around to see Khloe and Rob Standing in the doorway our friends behind them peaking in eagerly. I rush to hug my siblings and can’t help the tears that escape
“No one else came,” I say brokenly, Rob and Khloe hold me as tight as they can and though I tower over Rob he pulls me closer.
“ No one else came and… She’s not doing too good and they don’t care I saw their tweets I-” Khloe shushes me and runs her hands through my hair.
“She’s going to be okay doll. I can feel it.” Khloe tells me but before I can answer a series of beeps comes from behind me and doctors begin to push us out of the way and demand that we leave the unit.