Layla Jones | 18
📍 Layla's Apartment
I finally decided to leave my apartment and join the real world, my mom was doing a lot better and I sorted out a lot of the legal stuff that was going on. Thank God she recommended for rehab or ms mamas woulda been in jail 😩.
I haven't been to the studio for two weeks now so I decided to just pop up.
I took a shower and brushed my teeth before putting on some lotion and my outfit. I decided to keep it simple and wear a black and white tracksuit with a little bit of makeup. My dark circles made me look like I got punched 💀.
I grabbed my weed and rolling papers making sure to bring them with me and some gum then I headed out.
📍 The Studio
"Hey girl." I said to Meka as I walked in, she was the receptionist.
"Layla! How you been sis I aint seen you here in a minute."
"I been so busy and I was sick for a while so I took a break. How are you?"
"I'm good, things been pretty boring around here, it's just you today by the way."
"London aint here?"
She shook her head. "Nah he's working with some rapper at a different studio."
"Ohh okay, I wanted to surprise him but I guess I'll just call him." I said frowning. "Anyways I'm gonna get on this work."
I went to the room I usually work in and set my laptop up then turned on the ac just trying to get comfortable.
I decided to just text everyone back while I was at it and call London.
"Hey Lay, I aint expect to hear from you so soon, you feelin better?" He asked.
"Yea I'm good, I'm actually at the studio right now, I was finna surprise you but you not here."
"Yea I'm working wit my boy Travis at a different studio today."
"Oh cool when you gonna be back over here?" I asked. I wasn't used to being in the studio by myself.
"You miss me?" He teased laughing. "I might not come in till tomorrow to be honest. But Von wanted to slide and record a song, I can tell him to come through if you not busy."
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On The Come Up - KV
General FictionLayla didn't know what peace was, for as long as she could remember she struggled, until she meets Dayvon, a street nigga with a cold heart, but is there more to him?