𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒅 ❀ ! TR666
"i ain't know gianna would be more of a drug than the pills."
in which two people who absolutely cannot stand each other end up needing each other.
A LOVE LETTER TO GIANNA SANTANA.
!!!! warning, lots of mentions o...
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─◌✰್ gianna santana.
"ty, can i talk to you real quick?" i put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
he turned his head and gave me a weird look. "i guess. wassup?" he asked and turned away from his friends who he was talking to.
i'm not even comfortable with asking stuff like this from anyone but i don't know what else to do.
"i don't got any place to stay bro. like, mic—i mean trippie, kicked me out. i don't know anyone else out here bro. i moved here with him." i explained while managing to only stutter a little bit.
"...and?" he asked. i sighed and gave him a 'really nigga' look. he knows exactly what i'm insinuating. i should've known niggas in LA were gonna be this rude and stuck up.
"i wanna know if i can just stay here for a little before i can get back on my feet. i'm talking like—ion know. but not long." i spat out.
"what's in it for me?" he asked.
i looked around the room trying to search for answers. he knows i can't give him anything, i don't have anything.
"you can have back this money from the music video? i just need a couch to sleep on bro. nothing else." i assured.
he laughed a little then kissed his teeth like he was annoyed. "shawty i don't need the money. i make that in no time." he said like he was annoyed that i even offered that. "i mean what else can you give me." he repeated while looking down at my body.
"dude are you serious? you mean sex?" i grimaced.
"that's all you could give me. take it or leave it." he declared. i scoffed and grabbed my purse, looking for any more money that could possibly swindle him.
"dude just one night then. i'll get it figured out by the morning." i begged.
"ight." he finally gave in after a period of awkward silence. "one night, on the couch. but after that, i'm not carrying yo baggage. you out. ion even fuck witchu, i shouldn't even be doin this." he rambled.
"i got it. just one night then i wont talk to you ever again." i promised. he nodded then went back to talking to his friends.
he's such a fucking dick. it's actually unbelievable. treating me like i'm some sort of prostitute is actually wild.
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