𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒅 ❀ ! TR666
"i ain't know gianna would be more of a drug than the pills."
in which two people who absolutely cannot stand each other end up needing each other.
A LOVE LETTER TO GIANNA SANTANA.
!!!! warning, lots of mentions o...
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─◌✰್ michael white.
"ight ma... hear me out." i said reluctantly.
"michael you better not be coming to me on some stupid shit, i'm tryna clean." she warned as she sat down in front of me. she looked confused as to why i was actually sounding serious about something for once, and i am.
"i'm not—atleast ion think." i shrugged which made her kiss her teeth, getting impatient. "i'm gonna move to la." i told her.
she scoffed and looked at me crazy. "boy is you outta ya god damn mind?! you must be kidding." she shook her head while laughing in complete disbelief.
"no, i got my shit planned out forreal. i been thinking about it a lot." i admitted.
"oh... so it's just forget about school? forget about your friends and family?! forget about your girlfriend?! that's not how life works. for what... music?" she scolded.
it made me sick to my stomach hearing the word 'girlfriend'.
i don't know what to about gianna... i think she's beautiful, obviously, and our personalities mix almost perfectly but i don't know if she even wants a relationship. i don't wanna mess up shit between us like jarad did. they were always flirty towards each other, but look how she did him...
yeah, ion want that to be me.
"okay... so you'd rather me end up like my brother? dead? or even fucking worse, my cracked out ass uncle who still in jail for murder to this day?" i sneered.
my whole family a mess. none of them niggas made it out trenches. obviously. so, sorry that i'm the only nigga who strives for better. all the rest of em are 35 years old without no damn job, living in they mommas basement. that's besides a select few, and ion even fuck with them.
"that's not what i said. i just think you're young and don't know what you want. you're only 17, you have all the time in the world to figure out your path in life."
"ehhhh" i shrugged. "that's what all em niggas said, they all 'got all the time in the world'... you really don't. you can die at literally any second. like, i could go in my room and kill myself in like 5 minutes. it's not hard."
"michael why the hell would you even say that?" my mom snapped while staring dead in my eyes. i love getting on her nerves. i think i just enjoy annoying people in general.
"what? it's true. i really could! it's always in the back of my mind." i continued to annoy her. she gave me a dead 'imma beat yo ass stare'.
"stop saying that."
"i'm just kiddingggg, i would never ever do that." i smiled innocently. "...unless."
she grabbed the thing nearest to her which was her bottle of cleaning spray, and chucked it right at my face. "i said shut up boy! when you wanna be serious, maybe i'll talk to you." she got up from her chair.
