The Twitter notification popped up. Nope. It wasn't from Cupcakke. But it was from one of her best friends... Uma? Nope. Uma's fat mom? No. It was Uma's husband!! Simon!
You cupcakke's #1 fan? The text read. I sent yes. 10 seconds later he texted me back. It read, "Good. Do you have any upcoming tickets there? Uma wants some.."
I was shocked. I replied, "Aren't you guys fake?"
"Yeah. Don't tell anyone, I trust you. She just wants to go to have some real pics only she took. Do you have any?"
"I think she's hacked." I put in the message box.
"No she isn't. She's mad. Type 6667 to her. She'll reply. 6667 is our code." Simon also put the 😂 emoji but that isn't really needed.
"I don't believe you."
"It doesn't hurt trying."
I was paranoid. "Why don't you DM her yourself?"
"She's mad. Please?"
"Fine."
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The Rise and Fall of Cupcakke
FanfictionThis book is about an unnamed guy and his adventures with Cupcakke. From one dm to a trip to Florida, they become best friends. But are they hiding something from each other?
