Harlem, New York
Later that night
3RD PERSON POV
her bedroom / apartment 📍AYLA had gotten back from her therapy appointment about an hour ago where her therapist told her to write how she felt
weather that was sentences, just 1 word, a poem, a song it didn't matter just to write how she felt it to even draw it, and that her therapist wasn't gonna read it unless Ayla gave her permission
Ayla sat there on her new note book her dad picked up on their way back from the appointment after Ayla told him everything while she we writing her Alexa was blasting her music
'Jocelyn Flores' - xxxtentacion
(may they both rip🕊️)Ayla chose to write poems, she found peace with poems, those were the only type of books she actually enjoyed reading so she took it and ran with it
while Ethan was at his house typing out a text to sent Ayla without sounding rude or weird before he sent it, which Ayla got pressed about because she was actually doing something her therapist told her to do
yo i js wanted to check in up yu , u been mad silent lately and i js wanted to check up on ya mental health n shit yk i'm here if uu needa talk right? sorry if this sounds weird or rude but js wanted to lyk that i care
hi ethan
i'm goin through something right now, i'll tell you about it soon just not right now. i promise, it means so much that you are checking up on me , wanna facetime later ? miss talking to you☹️thank yhu for bein honest and i'm always make sure u straight don't forget that n yea js ft me whenever i'll answer promise
will do i just gotta finish something rq
'Ethan🫤' loved a message!
Ayla smiled at her phone before getting out of her bed to go get something to eat before she facetimes himshe walked out of her room closing the door behind her, she walked through the living room where Ty sat with the tv playing while he was scrolling through his phone
she walked into the kitchen a grabbed a bag of chips and a fruit snack before looking around confused "where's my dad and your mom?" she asked going back to the living room
"i don't know, think they was talkin bout goin out wit they friends, mhm i wasn't listin" Ty said shrugging while playing with one of his dreads "oh ok imma be in my room if you need me" Ayla said goin to her room
she sat in her bed making sure she didn't sit on Malo who was laying on my bed, i pet him while going through my facetime log looking for Ethan's contact name, as i clicked his contact the song changed
'vice city' - xxxtentacion
i hummed to the beat as the facetime connected, "yoo wassup" Ethan said as the phone connected smiling "Hi Ethan" Ayla said smiling as well
"what is you listin to?" Ethan said laughing making Ayla furrow her eyebrows "x? why u laughin?" she asked him with a straight face "it sound weird through the facetime" he said shrugging
"so school ends soon, what you doing this summer?" Ethan said changing the subject "hopefully nothing" Ayla said setting her phone up as she began to write poems again
"hopefully? you really do like bein alone" Ethan said shaking his head "i love and hate it actually" Ayla replied with sas laced within her voice
"what are you writing?" Ethan asked as he sat down some where "things, why are you wearing those mask thingys in your own house?" Ayla asked confused while looking at her phone
"ion know, they comfortable i guess" He said shrugging making Ayla nod a little, not really understanding but trying to understand to the best of her abilities
"should i post on tiktok?" Ayla asked picking her phone back up "duh" Ethan replied with a little to much sad "okay mr. sassy" Ayla said raising her eyebrows
Ayla then went through her drafts to find a video to post before finding the perfect one, then Ethan making her screen share so he can watch it before she posted it, and helped with the caption
a/n
i wassss gonna put a tt in but i'm lazy
also my legs hurt so fuckin bad rn
also short chapter but they r backkkk
i got a few exciting chapters comin upppp
i think if all my ideas when i'm showering LMAOAOA
srry that's a lot of things in the authors note 😭
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Depression and Obsession // Notti Osama
Fanfic"Depression and Obsession don't mix well"