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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─◌✰್ jarad higgins.
gianna and i walked down a path together, at the park we always used to go to. like all the time. except now, it's kinda awkward.
"and then, my mom basically told me she's kicking me out." she finished explaining what happened last night. i took a deep breath, just taking all that shit in. swear she never seems to catch a break.
"what the fuck? how is she gonna do that?" i asked.
she shrugged and laughed a little. "i don't know. she's crazy. i didn't even really try to fight her about it because she'll just hit me or sum." she said. "i'm literally a mess. like, ion even know what to do."
i wouldn't know what to do either...
she took a vape out of her pocket and took a long drag from it. she be smoking that shit like a damn blunt, blowing 'strawberry kiwi ice!" or 'frozen banana!' in yo face 24/7.
"you wanna sit on the swings n talk—" i suggested, but she cut me off.
"not the swings. too many memories."
"memories?" i titled my head. "whatchu mean?"
"me n michael, where we used to go all the time." she told me. i nodded a little and looked off at the sky.
"you told him bout all this shit going on?" i questioned.
she shook her head. "nah. he knows that diamond and i got in a fight but nothing else. i just feel like i'm a burden to him or something, you know? so i been tryna stay out his way... it's better for him. so i just try n ignore him, he'll forget about me eventually."
i looked over at her, not sure if she was joking or not. shit has to be satire. she looked completely serious though.
"that's the dumbest shit i've ever heard." i admitted.
"how? he doesn't deserve my bullshit. all i do is stress him out, i'm sure..." she sighed and went back to hitting her vape.
"so your solution is to ignore him...?" i scoffed. "wow gianna. great. you really don't know him as well as you think you do then."
"i doubt he cares." she said.
"bruh—all that nigga do is overthink. over and over and over again. you're just hurting him by doing that but okay." i sneered.
all the sudden she just sat down in the grass and pulled her knees up to her chest, then leaned her head on her knees. so, i sat down next to her.
