𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘
𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒
𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒
"please, you wouldn't be able to handle me."
"wanna find out?"
"yeah? what are you gonna do?"
"bend you over the counter and show you how...
↷. 🎪 ঌ ࣪₀ 🦩 .˚ ☁️ ༺ ◛*➶ 。˚ ♯ ❝ no role models and i'm here 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜, no role models to 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖔𝖋 ❞ ⁺◟༉ ꜜ
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𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶: No Role Modelz — J Cole ･♩: *･ﾟ🎼 :* ◄◄ ▐▐ ►► ･ﾟ♪: * ･ﾟ♫:*
"fucking fit." i groaned trying to stuff the bouquet of roses into my back seat. do you know how hard it it to fit big bags into a mclaren? it's really fucking hard.
i sighed shaking my arms out. okay we can do this, i waited until three and i pushed the roses into the car and slammed the door close.
i sighed and quickly made my way to the drivers side and got in looking at the mess of gifts that i just bought.
today was the day jack would leave for new orleans so he could make it on time for his show. i wanted to give him something to remember me by, but i went a little overboard.
i even got us matching sneakers because i thought it was cute, but that's besides the point. right now i need to get home set everything up.
"incoming call from my day one." siri announced through the bluetooth of the car.
"hey momma." i greeted as i answered her call.
"nyasia honey when are we going to see you again?" my mom sincerely asked. i bit my tongue, the love i had for my parents hurt sometimes. especially when i couldn't just walk out my room and walk into theirs.
"i'll visit soon i promise," i promised her, as soon as i was done with jack i would schedule a flight as soon as possible, "i miss you mom."
"we miss you too baby," i heard shuffling around, "you know your dad finally finished that little game room of his." mom said excitedly.
"really?" i questioned, he's been working on that little room since i bought them the house.
"yeah he did, when you come here we're going to have a family game night." she demanded.
"i'll be counting down the days momma." i giggled and pressed on the gas pedal. i didn't have much time.
i spent the rest of the 25 mintier car ride talking to momma, catching up, you know the usual conversation one who doesn't see their mom often has.
i parked along the driveway not even bothering to open the garage.
i got out and grabbed as much stuff out the car as i could rushing inside.
when i finally walked in with the big bouquet and set it down in my room. i hurriedly plucked the rose leaves off scattering them on the floor.
