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(y/n, 27. nessa, 19.)
nessa was happy. y/n stayed in tonight instead of going out and doing "business" but nessa knew she was selling drugs.
"i made a song just for you, bear. will you listen?"
"of course, mama. let me hear it."
nessa was told many times that this wasn't healthy, and that y/n was dangerous. nessa couldn't leave, because she knew y/n wasn't a monster like everyone said she was. y/n loved to drink, and she loved to do drugs but she loved her girl just as much.
y/n listened, word for word. "i'm your american jesus?"
"you are."
y/n kissed her, "i'm gonna marry you, girl. i'm gonna get clean, and we're gonna go to new york, like you want. you're gonna have a studio, and i'm gonna go back to school. i'm gonna be your real american jesus. my mom called, they have a bed open, so she's gonna take me down there. six months max."
tears filled her eyes, "i'm so proud of you, bear. i'm so fucking happy for you."
