"Dear Bobby, I couldn't have chosen another time to tell you that I... I don't..." I mumble looking down at the paper
No I can't say it like that.
"Dear Bobby, I am so sorry but we—I—this can't—UGH." I frustratingly sighed before leaning back
I need to tell him... And I need to tell him soon!
"Y/N?" I heard my mother call as her footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs
"YES?" I shouted back putting my pen down
"WHERE ARE—Oh you're here." She said standing at my door frame
"Are you crying?" She raised a brow
"No.." I looked off into a trance
"Is it about that boy?" She asked as I snapped back looking at her
"No mama it's nothing." I quickly say before looking back down at the paper
"Y/n there are plenty of other—"
"Okay but they're not Bobby." I irritably say as she shakes her head walking away
I sigh
How do I tell him?
"DON'T FORGET TO BRING THE REST OF YOUR BOXES!" I hear her shout
"ALRIGHT!" I shout back
Just then my phone rang
"Hello?" I mumble with a frown bringing the phone to my ear
"Hey mamas, me and Tommy bout to head to Wilbur Haynes' you coming?" Bobby asked and my heart pumped faster
"I-I can't." I guiltily say
"Why not?" He asked as I bit the inside of my cheek
"I—"
"Man you ain't no fun, bye." He cut me off before hanging up
Oouuu I can't stand him sometimes!
I sighed looking around
"MAMA!" I shout
"WHAT CHILD?" She shouts back
"I need help." I say lowering my voice
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"But baby—" My mama sang along to the radio as I looked out the window
"Whenever you call me, I'll be there." She cheerfully sings as I lightly hum
My thoughts then drift to Bobby
Every time shit doesn't go his way he just leaves.. Doesn't even stick around to talk shit out.
"Y/n why are you not singing? I thought you liked The Spinners." Mama glanced at me
"I'm not in the mood." I mumble still looking out the window
"Oh lighten up a little, you're gonna get to see Tyka and Charles and Pr—"
"I know mama." I frown crossing my arms
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Bobby DeBarge Imagines vol.2
FanfictionThis book is a continuation of the first BD imagines book I wrote.