dess has now moved in with me. she's getting better and now getting over carlos. tonight we're going out to a party. "y/n/n~, what are you wearing?" dess asked me. "um, i don't know. i'm thinking of wearing a dress." dess nodded. "i'll come back when i'm dressed, okay?" "okay."
i just finished my makeup and i decided to wear this outfit with some white af1's (or white vans):
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(or whatever fit you want)
"omg!!! babes you look good!" dess squealed. "you too!" dess was wearing a lace black corset top with some black mom jeans and black heels. i stuff some money, my keys, and my phone into the pockets that are in the inside of my jacket. "bitch, let's go turn up!" i yell then dess and i start walking out of our apartment.
"y/n!" i heard someone yell. let me guess. "nata?" i turn around to face them. ah, i was correct. he pulls me into a hug and i hug back. "nata, nata, nata! this is my friend dess! dess this is nata or well known as natanael cano!" i exclaimed over the loud music. they smiled and waved at each other. "nata, let's dance, c'mon." i pulled him by his arm. odio by romeo santos was playing. natanael and i start dancing bachata. i saw dess dancing with some random guy. moments later pedro and brian stroll into the party. "fuck." i whispered. "mande?" "pedro." i rolled my eyes. oh fuck, he spotted me. natanael looked at me confused. "i'm avoiding him. gabriel, told me pedro has a crush on me." nata laughed at me then grabbed my hand and guided me through the large crowd. "where are you taking me, nata?" he ignored me and kept walking until he got to an area where some people were. "nata," the guy said, "who's this you got with you?" this area smelled like weed and some hard ass liquor. "she's my friend." the other guys laughed. i rolled my eyes. nata was still holding my hand as he went to go sit down and i sat next to him. "god, i hope pedro's ass doesn't find me." i whispered to nata. "calmate, pendeja, he might think you like him back." i gag. "i'm just fuckin' wit' you!" i rolled my eyes at him.
nata tried to pass a blunt to me. i shake my head no "i have to drive dess home tonight. she's probably some where getting shitfaced in don julio or some shit." nata laughed at me. "fuck, her parents gonna kill me." nata kept laughing. "bitch, are you high already?" i laugh. "you know what, nata, i'm gonna go find dess, and you, you're going to text me when you're done being high." i kiss his cheek and start my journey to find dess.
"oh, dess, baby, put the bottle down!" i was right! she is getting shitfaced in don julio! "y/n! hermana! there you are! vamos a bailar!" "you're drunk! pero, let's dance!" soltera remix started to play. "estar soltera esta de moda, por eso ella no se enamora!" dess and i screamed to the top of our lungs.
dess and i found our way back to nata. i was still sober and dess was sobering up. "bitch, i want some tacos." "same, dess, same." "y'all wanna go i'll pay." me and dess looked at each other. "nata's paying. we're going." "okay, lemme' go grab junior and we'll leave."
we were now somewhere in east l.a eating some bomb ass tacos. "i didn't even know taco stands were open this late." dess said. "bitch, there are drunk and high people at this time of night on a saturday. do you know how much coin that is right there?" i explain. dess nodded. "damn, nata, you fuckin' it up over there." junior laughed. "nata's got the munchies. he was makin' out wit' a damn blunt all night." i say in between bites. "dess, you sober yet?" "nope, i'm gonna have a killer hangover later. don't tell mama y papa, por favor?" i nod and continue eating my tacos. ring! ring! ring! "fuck, who is it?" i pick up my phone. "chill, princesa." "jefnier, why are you calling this late? i could've been asleep." "5 minutes ago you posted pictures with your friends eating tacos." i rolled my eyes. "stalker. i'll call you later. i'm still out eating tacos with nata, dess, and junior." "okay, princesa." jefnier hung up. dess looked at me smirking. "who's jefnier?" nata asked. "you know lunay, right? jefnier is lunay." "he calls her his princesa. that's pretty fucking cringy." junior and nata laughed at dess. i just rolled my eyes. "chill on my baby, bro." i mumbled "huh?" "i said 'chill, on baby, bro'. dess we need to get home, c'mon."
i dragged dess to her bed, she was having a major headache, and now i'm in my room changing into my night clothes. i looked at my phone. great! it's almost four in the morning. i get under my covers and instantly pass out and instantlyforgetting to call jefnier back.
