Roberta's POV
I was awoken by a slight shake. I woke up only to find Maleigha standing over me.
Me: what meme
Maleigha: well good morning to you too haha. Get up its nine in the morning we got a lot of stuff to do.
Me: OK run the agenda to me again.
Meme: OK we have to go into the office today to pick up our pictures. Then Malissa wants us to have breakfast one more time before you leave. You have an interview with BET Magazine and a photo shoot with them. I have a interview and photoshoot with Time Magazine with David and the girls. Then we can both meet here after we're done with them I say around 3 then we have to go shopping and you can get any last minute thing you need. When we come back the rest of the time you have is yours. Your flight well rather y'all flight leaves at 10 at night.
Me: OK thanks love. I wouldn't know how to manage all of this without you. Do I have time to excercise?
Meme: no problem love bug. I feel the same way about you and yeah we can hit the gym . I'll be changing my clothes in the other room.
Me: I'm coming
After that she left my room and I climbed out of bed and made it up. I went to the bathroom and brush my teeth and washed my face. Then I went in my drawers and pick out my sweatpants and my Jackson crew T-shirt put on my socks and Nike shoes and grabbed my hair tie and put my hair in a loose ponytail because it never fails it always comes out when I'm working out. Then I left my room.
Maleigha's POV
So as she got ready I went into my room. Yes I have a room in her house and she has one in mine. That's how cool we are hahaha let me stop but after running down the agenda I realize that this is the last day imma see my best friend for the next five or so months. I know she is going to be OK but I'm use to going to her house and into her room and see her sleeping peacefully in her canopy bed or see her working out in her exercise room. Or see her dancing her ass off in the dance studio. That photoshoot we are few days ago brought back memories from when we were kids because we always had a blast during a photoshoot. but I know she was invited to come along with the Jacksons I know she is going to call me everyday because that's the type of person she is. I really do hope she has fun. I'm in my room with my grey sweatpants a Pooh Bear T-shirt and red adidas shoes and my hair is in a side ponytail and now I'm about to work with my best friend one last time before she leaves.
Roberta's POV
I go into the gym and put on the Off The Wall album and off the wall comes on what a coincidence. I jump on the treadmill and meme comes in after me and gets on the other treadmill.
Meme: you know imma miss you right?
Me: Awww meme imma miss you more. I know I am but I'll call you every chance I get. I'll be back before you know it.
Meme :*starts to cry* I know it's just we never been so far away from each other and this trip I know is going to kill me.
Me*start to cry * don't cry meme I'm here and besides you can call me anytime. You know I don't like crying and now look what you're making me do. *wipes my eyes and laughs*
After me and meme got ourselves together we worked out to the whole Off The Wall album then we went to take a shower . I have a lot of running around to do ,it's nice here in California so I put on some Capri's and a white T-shirt and my black and white adidas. I put on my black earrings and black bracelets and went down stairs to see meme in Capri's and a yellow T-shirt and yellow sandals with accessories to mach. Her hair is super curly indicating that she just got out the shower. Mines is curly as well because I just took a wonderful shower myself. We first head to Vogue magazine to pick up our copies that we took a few weeks back. Now we are on our way to see Malissa at ihop to eat. I'm starving.
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Come Together
FanfictionThe beginning of something new . A story of two co workers who go through a journey of love ,friendship ,betrayal and so much more but as always the always come together . This is my first book ever written . I hope you guys enjoy it and comment and...
