𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 // 𝖚𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖞𝖆𝖙𝖙

7

"You get me so excited"
——————————————————————————————————————
We pull up back to the park entrance and get out. As we start walking to my car, he grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers, "You nervous?" he asks looking me. I look away, "no. and if i was, how would you know?" He laughs, "Because your hands are sweaty Ma" I frown, "that's not very nice white boy" he squeezes my hand as we reach my car. He turns to face me, "I had fun-" I cut him off, "boy, you just told me this. Again, the night isn't over. actin like i'm finna fall off the earth as soon as you turn your back" He rolls his eyes, "Anyway, whats your number Ma?" I raise an eyebrow, "why?" "Why else Ma? Fuck I look like texting my girl on instagram?" He says grabbing both of my hands and holding them while look directly into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat when he said that. His girl? Is he like... my boyfriend now? oh my god i hate him but lov- like i mean like him at the same time. not love. no way. He's still looking me in the eyes and all i can muster up is a smile. I give him my number and let go of his hands to get in my car, "Text me the address" "Alr Ma. I want you there in 15" "an hour or i'm not coming" I say with a cocky smile. I roll up my window and pull off.
———————Urbans Pov:———————
"Oh you'll be cumming" I think to myself. Goddamn Urban you freak. You just met the girl and already you're thinking about smashing. Shes just so... perfect. I spent all last night going through her insta and twitter like a loser but I don't care. She's beautiful AND funny? Hell yeah. I'm a photographer, she's a nail artist, we're both artists we can make this work. I was nervous as fuck when I called her my girl and thought she was gonna bite my head off but when she smiled at me, I swear there were hearts in my eyes. My knees went weak and everything. Had me wanting to twirl my hair and shit. My thoughts get cut off by a car horn honking. Did I really just zone out in the middle of the street? Goddamn. I get in my car and head back to me and Jacks apartment.
———————————————————
I unlock the door and go inside to see jack with his feet up on the coffee table. I look around the apartment and it's a fucking mess, "Bro what the hell did you do? Clean this shit up I got someone coming over" I say to him. He sits up and turns to face me, "Who?" I grunt, "Don't worry about it man help me clean this shit up" I say pointing to all the trash everywhere and walk to my room. I close the door and set on my bed. I go to text aubrie

"Wya ma?"
🤤Aubrie Wyatt🥴😍💞; at home minding my business
🙄Hurry up ma
🤤Aubrie Wyatt🥴😍💞: don't rush me 😠
You got 30 minutes
read at 6:35 pm

I close my phone and walk into my bathroom to look at myself. Should I change? Do something with my hair? I laugh at myself, do what? all i can do is put it up or leave it down. I'll put it in a bun.  I sigh, not knowing what else to do. My room is spotless. the rest of the house, the complete opposite. Contrary to popular belief, jack is the messy one. I'm the neat one. Like he said in that vogue interview, "I don't want you to know what the inside of my room looks like" Yeah because it's a fucking mess. I go back into the living room to start help him cleaning, "Who's coming over Urb?" I roll my eyes, "What did I tell you?" "Damn." He says acting like he got his feelings hurt. "Can you take the trash out please?" Jack sighs and goes to take the trash. My phone starts to ring and i bolt to my room. "Incoming Facetime call from 🤤Aubrie Wyatt🥴😍💞" I quickly lay down to try to look relaxed and answer, "Hey pretty, where ya at?" I can hear her giggle. She has her camera pointed at the ceiling, "I'm getting ready. I'll be there soon" "Lemme see" "Nooooo I'm not ready" I roll my eyes, "C'mon bae." I hear her sigh as she picks up her phone