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.
"GIANNA! you almost ready?!" i yelled from downstairs, trying to make sure she could hear me.
this girl been takin forever to get ready. she usually doesn't so i don't know what the fuck she's doing in there. probably doing shit with the hairbrush or the shower head if you know what i mean. weak ass motherfuckin hair brush, ain't got no god damn business being used in such an unholy way.
like—if you finna be up there doin all that, atleast lemme see. cmon now.
but nah. i'm serious. people are already here (a fucking lot) and she's taking forever. like...my nigga huh?! i need to wait for her or else she'll get mad that i didn't.
she better not be on no thot shit either because then imma just be irritated. but as of right now, i'm happy. I AIN'T NO DAD! ain't got no kids with my last name. ain't got no babies in no psycho bitches stomach either. fuck is you talking bout?!
"GIANNA NOVA MOTHERFUCKIN SANTANA GET YOUR STANK FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE!" i yelled at her again. i watched her from the bottom of the railing come out of the room with her hand on her hip, like she didn't know why the fuck i was yelling her name.
"what?!" she yelled over the music.
"hurry up! you don't need any more damn makeup!" i repeated for what felt like the millionth time.
"i'm trying to fix this stupid ass wing on my eyeliner! just hold on a fucking minute with your impatient ass." she complained. i rolled my eyes and sighed, if she don't shut the fuck up... nigga i am halfway blind, if she thinks i can see all the little details of her makeup and outfit from down here... she's retarded.
"so deeply sorry. let me just bow down to you. please forgive me." i said in a monotone voice.
"as you should." she sneered. "but i forgive you. hold up i have to do one last thing!" she announced before running back into the room. i want to strangle her tiny ass. like who you trying to impress? hm?
"awww look at her going all out for you." chris cooed deadass in my ear. i about jumped from his scary gollum lookin ass sneaking up behind me. there needs to be a fucking 'caution! jumpscare!' sign super glued to his ass.
"yeah right." i sneered. "she probably wants a bite of suaves dick."
"you deadass bro? she looks at you like you're literally the sexiest nigga on earth, and you're definitely not, so good job. you found the one." he smiled like he ain't just give me the most backhanded compliment ever. if this nigga thinks he looks any better than me, then he's in for a wake up call because he ain't cute either.
"just fuck off. you can't be nice for shit." i pushed him away.
"who said i was trying to be nice? because i'm not. i'm telling you the truth." he chuckled. "but yo little crush comin so—i'll fuck witchu nigga."
