Mother Dearest

[Perello]

"MOTHER! OHHHHHHHH MOTHER!"

Prince MacRear had made it back to his home in Hollywood after a lengthy flight. He tossed his fur coat onto the couch before he took off up the steps to find his mother.

"MOTHER DEAREST! WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOU! I HAVE SOME GREAT, BIG, EXCITING NEWS!!!"

He continued up the steps, pushing every door open on his way toward his mothers room. Once he reached the door, he pushed it open and saw his mother chatting it up on her phone.

"MOTHER! GUESS WHAT?!"

She spun around, and held her index finger up, motioning for Prince to wait.

"WHAT?! I AM NOT WAITING, MOTHER! I'M YOUR SON! I COME BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE!!" He rushed toward her, grabbed the phone out of her hand, and tapped the screen to end the call.

"Prince! What in the world are you doing?! That was an important business call!" She screamed, reaching for her phone, but Prince kept pulling it back.

"Oh, screw the business! GUESS WHAT I DID!!?" He clapped his hands in excitement. "Okay, come on! GUESS GUESS GUESS!"

She rolled her eyes and gave Prince a shrug. "I don't know, Prince. What did you do?"

"Hehehehehe! I WON MY MATCH! I BEAT THAT BIG, HAIRY NASTY! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME!" He reached forward and grabbed his mothers hands, jumping up and down on his heels.

"IT ALL FINALLY PAID OFF. ALL THAT STUPID TRAINING. ALL THE BEAUTY PAGEANTS. ALL THE SELFIES! IT FINALLY PAID OFF!" He finally stopped his jumping, and looked at his mothers phone.

“HOLD ON. YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS, DON’T YOU?!” He wrapped his arm around his mom’s shoulders, put the phone to the air, and posed - complete with duckface.

“READY….SET…”

“Prince, I’m not---”

Before she could finish… “SELFIE!”

He tapped the phone screen and nearly blinded himself along with his mother. He turned the phone around to glance at the picture, showing it to his mother.

“LOOK AT THAT. WE’RE BOTH SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PRETTY. YOU DON’T EVEN LOOK THAT OLD IN THIS PICTURE.”

Prince’s mom glanced over at him, giving her son the stare of death.

“I’m kiiiiiiiiiiiiiidding, love. YOU KNOW YOU’RE THE MOST GORGEOUS WOMAN IN THE HISTORY OF WOMEN.” He pulled his mom back toward himself and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “But we both know who the prettiest human specimen in the whole wide world is…” He flashed his cheesy grin, put the phone back in the air, and took yet another selfie. “...MEEEEEEEEEE! HEHEHE!”

She ripped her phone back from her son, and shook her head as she walked toward the door. “If you ever grab my phone like that again I’ll put you over my knee and spank you in the rear like I did when you were a little boy! Do...not...touch...the...PHONE!”

And now we know where MacRear’s phone possessiveness came from.

“Pffft. WHATEV. MY PHONE HAS BETTER SELFIES ANYWAY.” He watched as mom exited the room, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. “Who could this be?!”

He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, tapped the screen, and got to his messages.

“OHHHHHHHH. IT’S THE BOSS GUYS! I guess they’re gonna tell me who my next opponent is!” He tapped the screen some more. “MAIN EVENT. OF COURSE!” He smirked smugly and tapped away some more. “Laura Seville… WOW SHE’S GORGEOUS!”

MacRear wasn’t used to going up against people who were as pretty as he was, but now...he had no other choice.

“DON’T CARE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE, BOOBOO. THE STREAK IS STAYING ALIVE! AH AH AH STAYING ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE”