Twaylight

meeting barack

i was sent a message that i was being called to the white house, but why?

i wanted pitbull here with me, i'm so nervous, i pouted (🥺), the man who opened the door was a handsome and tall(maybe?) man, he had a kind face and a welcoming smile.

"i'm barack obama, welcome to the white house, taylor." he said pushing the door to let me in, so chivalrous!

barack had unparalleled taste, mounted on the walls of the white house were imagines of werewolves with deep messages like " s(he) be(li)v(ed) " and " inside every good boy is a demon ", wow! so deep 🥵🫢🤯❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

the next thing i noticed was his deep dark eyes, they sucked me in, oh no... i like barack

honestly, it was going nowhere with pitbull, he only saw me as a friend, and i can't even trust him, barack is the best option, he's kind, pretty, and has such a way with words.

a part of me felt as though i was betraying pitbull by having these feelings, and that made my heart sink, will it be the same if i get a boyfriend? will they hate each other? i've known pitbull since he saved me from drowning in a river(in the first book)

barack held my hands, and spoke in my ear, "we can be together baby, but you can't tell michelle." he said, gaze cold as ice, i recoiled back, breaking his grip, "you're still with michelle?" i screamed, "i have been hurt far to0 many times, bye barack." i say storming out

i stormed out, of course he's just like the rest. "taylor wait!" he called, i stop at the doorframe, my hand on the knob of the door. i turn around to meet his eyes, "what?" i snarl back, looking at him deadpanned.

"i promise that i will break it off with michelle, by next week we'll be over, please come back next week." barack said, serious as the plague, a part of me wanted to kiss him right there,
another part wanted leave and never come back, and another part wanted to slash his tires and write a disstrack about him, but i didn't do any of those things.

i lingered at the door frame a little longer, i wasn't facing him anymore, "i'll think about it." i said sorrowly, opening the door and welcoming the light from the outside.