Friday
1:00am
LO: party
requested from my bby ThroatGodness
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(My favorite a boogie song 😩)
Macaroni - a boogie wit a hoodie
.play dat shit.
h/n pov.
Me and y/n at sum lil get together.
I'm fr tryna get outta here. Y/n havin the time of ha life.
I decided to let her shake sum ass cause Ian the controlling type.
Nah I'm playin, i be controlling my bitch ion gaf.
She like dat shi too. I feel like she be doin shit in purpose so I can't put her ass in check.
But shit ion care.
I love my freak bitch.
I shoulda been knew what I was gettin myself into when she asked me to buy her StunnaGirl tickets.
Freak ahh.
All my attention is on my phone rn. I look up every now n then to check on her.
Ion trust no dude in here. They all in y/n face.
But she know better.
A few actually came up to her. They must not know ha boyfriend kill people.
Ian stressin doe. She just point over to me and I grill tf outta dem.
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"Hey daddy"
I look up from my phone fast asl.
It's y/n.
"Hey baby" I pull her onto my lap.
"Why you not over there wit ya whore ass friends?" I look over at her friends.
ew.
"I'm tired papi" she pouts putting her face on mine.
I rub her back.
"You wanna go home?"
"Nah, imma wait till shots go off. Dats when it's time to go" she smiles looking at people in the crowd.
YOU ARE READING
ℜ𝔬𝔧𝔬 ℑ𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰
Short Storywhere it all happens.. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable,so here is a warning. There will be the following: •smut •violence •adult themes •cursing •etc.
