marlon’s name has been surrounding social media lately, for his looks, for his dating life and for his streaming career. which was great for him because not even a year ago he was in the streets, being a homeless lonely guy. but he finally gained the respect that he deserved. everybody praising him and making his ego even bigger— though everybody was happy for him, watching him success in life.. and some people wanted to see his career fail.

you were one of lacy’s closest friends, also being in the famous industry currently going on. but you weren’t a streamer, you weren’t a type of person who would stream their whole life on camera while others were donating money. you were just a simple but famous person, an unproblematic one according to some.

it was one of those days that lacy invited you to hangout with him and a bunch of other friends of his. but this time, it was in new york, a city that never sleeps and a city that is filled with crazy fans and a bunch of celebrities, which you were one of them.

it was a chilly night in new york, you guys just got out of a jazzy restaurant, walking in the streets of nyc with marlon holding your purse. lacy and mckinley stayed behind with the cameraman for whatever reason.

marlon’s hand gripped your purse, almost strangling it like it had the cure for cancer inside of the purse. “surprised nobody asked you for anything yet.” his monotone voice having a slight rasp in it, his eyes focused on whatever was infront of him.