𝐘 𝐀 𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 L 𝐈 𝐄 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕
yamillie speaking . . .002 - 06.05.2023. NY.
𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 packing before hearing my door swing open. "Where are you going?" Miles asked, laying on my bed, "Somewhere you ain't going," "girl, nobody wants to be with you anyways, I'm going with abuela." He rolled his eyes.
"Ok, sassy, whatcha telling me this for?" "We're going to Disney." I rolled my eyes. "Stop lying; she said she'd wait for me before going." "She obviously lied, dickhead anyways. I just wanted to tell you to enjoy your day." He walked out, leaving my door open. "Oh, I can't stand little kids." I opened my phone, seeing that Tyler texted me.
We've been talking here and there about his event and just getting to know each other honestly. It felt so weird to be talking to a rapper I'd listened to for years.
yo what yu doin?
i'm packing, why?🤨
what's yo #?
what do you need it for? 😂
ight nvm
111-222-3434 dickhead
chilll ima call u in a few
I smiled, rereading our text messages over and over again and kicking my feet back and forth. "I am on to see my husband," I danced, looking in my mirror and fixing my hair. "I would like to shout out all my haters that said I wouldn't talk to him," I said to myself as I packed more clothes. We decided to stay for 3 days as a little vacation.
"That should be everything." I looked around the room; it was currently 10 p.m., and our flight leaves at 8 a.m. tomorrow, so we wanted to be at the airport by 6.
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Fanfictiontell you the truth, wish we never did it. 'cause I usually do stick to the business but you came out the blue and then you just flipped it. god damn, baby, my mind's blown be forgettin' you live in a different time zone.