Love Is Toxic…
Emily is a world class rap star. She has everything she's ever wanted. She's signed to Def Jam, she sings in sold out stadiums almost every night. But there was one thing she knew she was missing. Love. She definitely isn't happy in her current relationship. What happens when she meets Alison Dilaurentis? Will they fall in love, or will Emily just keep thinking that love is Toxic?
Disclaimer: I just want to say that I hope this story isn't offensive to anyone. Don't worry I'm not about to go popping off the N word or anything, but it might have a lot of cuss words in it. I hope you guys like the story.
Emily's POV
I was once again playing a sold out stadium. The lights, and the screams of all these people were music to my ears. It had been my dream to be a rapper ever since I was a kid. I was Oakland, California. Life was hard growing up to say the least. My father was a dick. The crazy motherfucker used to throw knives at me. My mom was crazy too. Except drugs made her crazy, my dad was just naturally crazy. I started getting angry, real angry. So I just started to rhyme. And it all took off from there.
"Yo, I wanna thank you all for coming tonight." I said into the black mic, more cheers and chants came rushing at me.
EM! EM! EM! EM! Then it was mixed with the screams of lots of girls fangirling their asses off. It made me smile. TOXIC! TOXIC! TOXIC! The cheers filled my insides with happiness.
I took off my black hoodie and threw it in the audience and some girl caught it and yelled and started showing it off to her friends.
"So back too what I was saying, I always wanna spit something meaningful for the last song. So I wrote this when I was depressed, I was like 16 or something. You guys are the only one's that are gonna hear this shit. So I hope you can take something away from this." I said, everyone in the audience quieted down and I heard the music start playing.
I see you there, staring at me, your orange shell and white paper that reads 'no mortality'
I try to resist the urge, but my brain is in a splurge,
I'm still recovering from your last visit,
I don't know if you're xanax or something worse,
I don't care, I need to feel higher than a kite,
I feel my legs moving against my will, I feel my arms reaching for the bottle of poison,
I feel my hands unlock the child lock,
I'd rather eat a sock than pop another pill,
but I'm lying to myself
I need a release,
I pour three pills into my shaky hands and down it without any water,
I go to my bedroom and start playing some games,
its the first time in months that I wasn't too depressed to play,
I feel that false happiness for a couple hours,
then I find myself in the same place,
looking at the deadly orange bottle that reads 'Your Mine Now'
This feeling, this pain this depression is just a rock that I keep tripping on,
When all I have to do is step over it, or walk around it,
but I can't I'm addicted to feeling like shit,
I'm addicted to feeling like a waste of space
I'm addicted to feeling a blade draw blood on my wrists,
I'm addicted to the pain of faking a smile
I'm addicted to feeling like an emotionless child
I like all that without realizing it,
I like it when my uncle sends me off to Rehab,
I like being around people I know and care about,
but still feeling so alone all at the same time
I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all,
thats a lie,
all of this was,
its only because...
I need to hide everything, from everyone, and from myself
Hand me that bottle, hand me that pill, hand me that joint, draw me a line
Give me something to make me forget everything thats going down in my life,
forget my dead suicidal mother,
forget my emotionless fake father,
forget my cruel aunt,
my dead sister who once called me a cunt,
my dead brother who said 'I hope you get jumped'
none of it hurts anymore,
I've been trying to train myself to be immune to feelings,
no pain, no hurt, no love,
but its proven to be quite difficult
I look in the mirror and don't like what I see,
All I see is a stupid 16 year old kid, with no parents, and a kid who's gonna turn out to be nothing,
maybe running the streets or in prison,
And prison isn't anything like Orange is the New Black,
Every thought I just thought rushes away as the girl hands me a deadly orange bottle and then draws me a line
I finished the song and the crowd erupted with applause. "Thanks for coming out." I said into the mic. I threw up a peace sign into the air and walked off the stage. My crew gave me their congrats on the last stop I had before I could go on break from touring. Every other artist would have been excited about a break from touring, but not me. That meant I had a month to spend with my girlfriend. She was in the business too. Her name was Ellen Page. She had just come out like maybe a year ago but we were secretly dating before that, all though anyone with a gay-dar knew that she was gay. I walked out of the arena with my security to my black Tesla Roadster. It was about 9 pm on a friday night, and I was making my way over to my mansion. I pulled up to my mansion in a short time to read the familiar sign 9133 ORIOLE Way. In bold letters. I slowly pulled into the garage and got out of the car and went into my house.
I saw Ellen asleep on the couch curled into a blanket. I was grateful. I wasn't in the mood for her constant prodding, and asking if I had cheated on her with in her own words; 'Some skinny hollywood bitch.' Our relationship was going down the drain and the worst part of it all was that I didn't want to save it, and I didn't care. I hurriedly went into my closet room and took out my outfit for the VMA's tonight. I got out a black leather jacket, with a plain white T-Shirt, some black skinny jeans, my Timberlands' shoes, and my black G-Shock. I walked downstairs quietly to see she was awake and staring at me.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked quietly.
"Fine." She answered. "I know you're going to the VMA's right now, but we have to have a serious conversation when we get home." She said.
"Yeah, I'll see you later." I said, I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which felt cold and I walked out the door without another word. I drove to the Arena and went through security and found my seat. A bunch of people I knew came up to me, some I didn't know introduced themselves.
Taylor Swift came up to me and gave me a huge hug. "Hey! Its so cool to finally meet you. I'm a huge fan." She said with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back, she was exactly like all my friends described her. Cute and bubbly.
"Thanks, I appreciate that. I love 1989, its one of my favorite albums that I've ever heard from a pop Artist. No wonder its breaking records everywhere." I complimented. She smiled warmly again before hugging me again. She walked off and took her seat. I waited for in my seat waiting for the show to start. A beautiful blonde came and sat on the right side of me. I recognized her as Alison Dilaurentis.
She was a famous actress. She had a lead role in the movie 'Gone Girl'. Which was probably one of the best movies I had ever scene. She turned to me and smiled. She stuck out her hand to me and I shook it gratefully. "Hi I'm Alison." She said with a smile.
"I'm Emily. Its very nice to meet you. I don't often meet pretty ladies like you." I flirted surprising myself. She smirked at me.
"Oh please, I just saw you talking to Taylor Swift." She said. I laughed light heartedly, and some strobe lights shined on her momentarily and I noticed how powerful her ocean blue eyes were.
"Yeah, well I prefer talking to you a lot more." I said honestly. She blushed. She pulled out her phone and gave it to me, asking me for her number. I put in the digits and she did the same for me.
"So is it true you're performing tonight?" She asked me, I could tell that she was genuinely interested.
"Yeah, I'm debuting a song with Marshall." I said, referring to Eminem, a guy who had inspired me with how similar our stories and music style was. He was one of the guys who really did lift me out of my depressed state of mind and helped me get back on track. Plus he was the producer for a couple of my songs. Marshall was one of my best friends to say the least.
"I love his music, and I love yours too by the way." She said. I smiled.
"What's you're favorite song?" I asked her.
"Probably 'Hooters'." She said, I laughed at what she chose. It was played in all the Hooters' restaurants.
It went a little something like this.
I went up to the hooters, looking for some tutors but all I found were old dudes jacking off on their computers!
It was definitely a very desperate time for me to say the least. She cleared her throat and started imitating the song.
"Hooters' filled with cougars, wannabe me's looking like losers. They better watch out because I'm a bruiser, an accuser, a cruiser, I'll hit them so hard they get a tumor." She finished. I laughed.
"Wow, I think you did better than I did on that." I joked, now it was her turn to laugh. She hit me on my shoulder playfully. Our conversation came to an end when different people started coming up to us and greeting us a couple of minutes before the show started.
20 Minutes Later…
I was backstage with Marshall. We were getting ready to go on. Miley Cyrus and Megan Fox were introducing us. "Just keep the nerves in check. Its all good Emily." He said to me reassuringly.
"Toxic is one of the sexiest people out there." Toxic was my stage name, it was kinda played out. None of my fans really referred to as that anymore. People just called me Emily now. Miley Cyrus just called me sexy, that was pretty normal. They finished their intro for us and we walked out on the stage and started ripping.
MARSHALL: My name is Marshall, I'm all about being controversial,
my lyrics don't sparkle, I got bars within bars, cars within cars, I'm a fucking Star! I don't give two shits about what you or anyone else thinks! I'll be rapping until I die! Go tell your bitch that I said hi.
EMILY: I'm what they call a Lesbo, but I'm on another Levo. I'm a fucking homosexual! Incredible, Put on a fuckin pedestal, don't be skeptical, I got a skeletal, don't make a spectacle, I eat my vegetables, I'm a professional, my handwritings' legible, I'm not detectable, I'm digestible, I'm impeccable, intellectual but this ain't a fucking confessional!
But I'll you something I'm not! I'm not forgettable, unacceptable, regrettable, unforgettable, biochemical, rentable, a health professional, obsessional, bisexual!
You were too fuckin busy being amazed by my spitting skills, you were getting thrills and chills you didn't realize I rhymed 22 words with homosexual! I guess I was just feeling twenty two! But this ain't no Taylor Swift shit, if it was I'd be looking for Kanye and his bitch kim! I'm getting a little crazy, a little hazy. I might have just made a mistake I just dissed kim and Kanye,
But that hoe kim ain't worthy to lick my fucking rims! Bitch needs to learn how to properly trim! And she needs to take a trip to the gym. I'm going too fucking far, but if thats true why is half the audience chuckling? Whatever then, I'm gonna let Slim finish for me.
Marshall: I know I'm not Tupac, I'm just a guy with a jukebox, with a record company. I need an Orange, with a warrant, on florence, gotta pay my mortgage, I want some porridge but I'm not forreign
Em just dissed Kim and Kanye, they gonna talk shit all fucking day! Whatever, we're killing this game! All Kim is doing is gold digging! Kanye is grieving over his long lost siblings' Haha I'm just kidding, I'm winning, I'm spinning, I'm as high as the fucking ceiling!
We finished the song and the crowd erupted with cheers and applause. But the performance wasn't without risk, it was probably gonna get Kanye to open his mouth and talk shit all night. Plus it might mean a couple of diss tracks coming my way. I didn't give two shits thought. I headed back to my seat and Alison smiled me.
ALISON'S POV
"That was an amazing performance." I said truthfully. What everyone loved about Emily is that she wasn't afraid to say what everyone was thinking. Even if it came with backlash.
"Thanks, it was pretty tough. I thought I was gonna get booed for sure." She said, taking a sip of her water. She was so hot, I'm pretty sure she was with that girl from Ex-men...What was her name? Ellen Page, yeah that was her name. So Emily was taken for sure. Too bad.
"Oh c'mon. Everyone loves it when Kanye and Kim get trolled, they troll everyone else." I said truthfully. I did like chilling with Kendall and Kylie though, nice chicks. Really nothing like Kim was.
"Hey, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come to an afterparty with me tonight." Emily said.
"Which one?" I asked, considering there were tons of after parties going on tonight.
"Well I was thinking about following Rihanna wherever she goes." She said. I laughed.
"Why would you follow Rihanna?" I asked her. She smiled.
"She's just Rihanna thats why. She can sing, she can dance, she's actually so much funnier than you would think." She said, I laughed. I was kinda thirsty. I picked up my cup to get a drink but there was nothing in it. Emily noticed and offered me a sip of the same cup she had been drinking out of. I took it gratefully and smiled at her. I accidently drank all of it. "Someone's a little thirsty." She joked. I rolled my eyes playfully at her. Emily got up to go talk too some people, I was assuming that maybe she was trying to do a collaboration with some of them. She was talking to Taylor Swift at the moment. That would be genius. Taylor is not only really well known in the pop music industry, but she's been on a couple of hip hop tracks. And she's performed with T.I. Then she made her way over to Skylar Grey.
"You should be careful with that one. She's a little crazy." A girl I recognized as Iggy Azalea said to me in her thick australian accent. Emily started making her way back over, I had heard that they had a feud going on. It all started on an interview with Sway Calloway on Power 106 where he asked her if Iggy Azalea had potential to become one of the best female rappers in the game. Emily actually laughed and said 'Hell no!". Making everyone else in the studio laugh. I was actually listening to the radio that day. It made me laugh. Before I got a chance to respond Emily came over.
"Why don't you get your freeloading ass out of here?" She asked with a smirk. A bunch of eyes glanced over at us.
"Because maybe I don't want too." The blonde said.
"Listen. We all know you don't write your own songs. So instead of trying to argue that you are better than me or Nicki Minaj or anyone else, I think you should sit your ass down." Emily said. The blonde tensed up and sat back down. Emily sat next to me.
"Well played." I said, she smirked at me.
"I know." She said.
What do you guys think? I was inspired by Living the famous life, a story by pLLand glEElover. My story is way different thought. WAY, WAY, different. EXTREMELY different. But I hope you guys didn't take any offence to any of the stuff in here, its just a story after all. Let me know if I should continue. Also, next chapter there's gonna be an Ellen DeGeneres interview. Who doesn't love Ellen am I right? Also we'll get to see what happens at that after party Emily and Alison go too. Plus whats going to happen with Emily and Ellen Page?
-Angel