"His love is strong; like patrón. it feels good at for a little, but in the end It feels like shit."
Love isn't easy, it isn't soft and pleasant how they make it seem. For London Harper, a cruel love is all she knew. She never knew the true feeling...
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LONDON ELISE HARPER,16
May/20th/2018
5:53 PM
"I don't ever think I'll be strung out on a nigga like that." London said, laying upside down on the edge of her best friend Roses' bed, watching Tyler Perry's 'A diary of mad black women.' The two girls watched as the main character~ Helen pleaded as she got dragged out of the house by her husband.
"I remember when I was like that." Rose laughed, thinking of her crazy history with her ex-boyfriends
"I'm not even gon' get you started" London laughed, eating some of the candy spread across the bed. "Dont get me started on your crush/Obsession with Ole' boy," Rose said rolling her neck as she brought up London's newfound crush. She twirled her finger in her friend's face mocking her.
"Girl don't even do that, what I have with him is nothing compared to your hit list." She cracked, pointing her finger in her face.
"Shut up, Marus texted me," she said looking up from her phone at London. Marcus was one of their mutual friends. His house was known for being the party house. His parents were never home plus they had this big ass mini mansion. A swimming pool, a movie theater, and even a game room.
He knew how to throw a party, plus it helped that he had the biggest crush on London. So they stayed with the hook up.
"What did he say?" she asked, pausing the movie. The only downside of him liking her was she had to flirt with him a bit just so they could skip the line of paying $3 dollars to get in.
"He asked if we wanted to go to this party." she read the text, before looking up at her friend through her eyelashes. She smirked before speaking again,"Do you want to go? I'm down for it." shrugging her shoulders as she leaned back into the millions of pillows stacked on her bed.
"I want to go, but ion got nothing to wear," she complained, throwing herself back onto her pillows. "girl, your closet is full as hell, look at this." London cackled, getting up from the bed and walking over to Rose's closest~opening rose's closet door, looking through all the clothes she had.
"Ugh but I've worn all those stupid clothes." she groaned, throwing herself down onto the bed. "These still have the tags on them, They are good and new; put them on," London said, throwing a pair of jeans at her.
"Ow! London the zipper hit my face," she complained, catching the pair of jeans while holding her cheek. "Boohoo." London faked, connecting her phone to Rose's Bluetooth speaker.
