Two world wide known singers who met by chance, and became best friends, with years of friendship, it all goes down by 2 decisions and a really, REALLY bad timing. A war of emotions and words is fought along the years, secrets, and tears shed. Would...
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I woke up with my earphones on, the golden sunlight invading the room in thin lines through the grey dirty like color blinds. My hair was all over the place, curly and natural, my long strands tied in knots that I knew would take me at least half an hour to untie all of them.
I take the earphones out of my ears and noticed that I had an unread message from Shawn, it said good morning, Mila, and I remembered how I fell asleep yesterday, we were in the middle of a conversation about how you have a higher chance to survive a dragon attack than a band of werewolves and he was discussing how dragons spit fire but werewolfs can only hurt you if they get close enough,
I decide I should probably text him back, but only after I stand on my lazy legs, wobble till the bathroom and then comb my hair
I notice the time, it's pretty late but today is a free day because tomorrow we're going to L.A. To record a new single, things are getting good for us, we're successful, millions of people follow us on Instagram, buy tickets for our shows and I couldn't be any more grateful for all of this. It is amazing.
Lauren left a note for me in the kitchen's isle,
Hi Mila, we went for a walk, enjoy the city and stuff, me and Normani wanted to wake you up but Dinah said you fell asleep around 1am because you were talking with Shawn, by the way, you'll tell us everything about it later, we decided to let you sleep a little bit more.
Anyways, don't worry. Bye.
P. S.: We have no time to come back, enjoy the day
Alone. Again. It's fine really, I understand, they didn't want to wake me up, but there has been so many 'Let's not wake her up, she's tired' and not only to me, I always think it's wrong that one of us is left alone, I never do anything, but neither do them, in fact they always seem unbothered by it, it's not that we're not friends, we are friends. Not best friends, but friends. We get along. Yeah, we get along.
But I'm happy this time, weirdly, I am content. I've got the whole day by myself, I put on some music, hips don't lie by the one and only Shakira, I start making eggs, I get the cup and serve orange juice for myself.
As I'm finishing the eggs my mama calls, she talks on and on about her week, and I talk just as much about mine, we talk to each other about anything really and I tell her about… You know… Of course I left out the details, and pledged to her not to tell papi or sofi, it'd be too weird to talk about that to anyone else
As we hang up I can hear the tears of my daughter is a woman mixed with the tears that say I'm old
I'm sure she'll end up telling Papi anyway, of course, without any details of who I did it with, or when, or what, or under which circumstances, she's loyal like that
After what's an hour or maybe two, I stop the music and remember to check my phone and answer Shawn
Shawnie Boy 🙃: Goodmorning, mila 10:33am Shawnie Boy 🙃: I guess you aren't alive lol 12:21am
