It was just about a week before you walked the Red Carpet in Hollywood...and of course, your rival, Rockwell, has to make sure his outfit is way better than yours. He always did that. Whenever you drop a hit song, he drops a hit song, and if you were doing a cover for Vogue, he made sure he also did one better than yours. At first you just thought he was just taking inspiration from you, but when it escalated, it started to enrage you...and he loved it

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Now, sitting in your mansion...just sitting down. You look across from you through your window, Rockwell's mansion...of course it's way bigger than yours. You just roll your eyes, just scrolling through your phone on Instagram...before hearing a knock on your door. You sigh...already knowing who it is

"Hey neighbor...~" Rockwell chuckles as you open the door, his usual dumb smirk on his face