Riptide [H.S]

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Do you believe in life after love?
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough now
Do you believe in life after love?

believe -cher

"I mean- I never thought of myself more than like a pop kinda girl yah know. I mean after listening to Dua Lipa on repeat for 6 months straight, I started to love it" I sighed tying a bandana over my head pushing the loose strands off my face as I balanced myself.

I laughed "I mean who would of thought! Not me, you can so tell I'm into AC/DC and Bon Jovi but then she always in my life with those long legs and daring eyes...it was love after 6 months" I smiled to myself bopping my head to one of her tunes that echoed in my mind that I had played 6 times this morning when I woke up, it was like a gift of God to put me in a good mood, that gift being Dua fuckin Lipa "Don't get me started on Kelly Clarkson...just don't"

"I didn't say anything"

"I know...It's kinda rude to be honest. Here I am pouring my heart and soul, not one word uttered by you Dyl, like that hurts you know...thought we were friends man" I tilted my head down to where he was, my foot still holding his head while I balanced my butt on his shoulder blades and it was hard since he kept moving.

His face was smothered on the cement flooring making me almost feel bad but then again, he made me chase him down 3 blocks down throwing a chicken at my head from God knows where before I tackled him to this alley way until the guys get there. So I was actually not that sorry.

"Friends?! YOU DECKED ME IN THE FACE AND YOU CALLED THE DEBT COLLECTERS ON ME" I made a face when he raised his voice at me taken a back from the sudden hostility from my main man Dylan what's his face.

I dug my heel harder in his neck when he moved "How about this, you stop owing people money and start paying those bills. Bada Bing bada Boom baby, I don't have to chase your ass every month when they call -And for your information I'm a very busy gal so let's make this quick yeah?" I smiled innocently at him, giving him my best girl scout smile just to win him over.

It didn't work.

He kept yelling for help, for me to stop choking him with my foot but this always happens. Everyone loves to buy and buy but when those favors end people want their money. From a young age I learned one thing, don't trust a guy who sells perfume on the street corner if you don't want a nasty rash, and two; people pay you to get these kinds of baddies and the market on that is perfection.

You owe money to Joe from the liquor store, either you give me the money you owe or I turn you in and let him do whatever his hearts desire when your knees in front of him. I mean I might be 5'4 and no muscle mass but baby when I saw I'm the best in the whole state I ain't lying, and when it's about money, you know it's worth my time.