𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝖩𝖮𝖩𝖨 𝖷 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

Chapter 1.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒚, 𝒎𝒚.

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They say these are meant to be the best days of our lives, if that's true then I am truly, truly fucked.
I lay awake on my unnecessarily firm mattress, suffocating my face with my pillow as I attempt to drown out the noise of my roommate having unnecessarily loud sex in the next room.

the mattress springs finally stop creaking and the groans die out, I let out an exasperated sigh, praying they're not up for a round two.

I let my eyes close, allowing myself to drift off, an award to myself for persevering, when suddenly my alarm sounds.

I take a deep breath in as I attempt to not pull the hair from my head, or gouge my eyes out, or commit mass murder, maybe even genocide if I'm feeling up for it.

I slip out of the warm nest that is my bed and throw an oversized T-shirt over my frame, I rub the sleep from my eyes as I muster the courage to open the door to greet Lorna my roommate and what-ever immature, unhygienic, sound cloud rapper she's brought home with her this time,
she definitely knows how to pick 'em.

My fingers linger over the door hand as I take one more deep breath in,
"Fuck it" I mumble to myself, as the door creaks open,
I squint my eyes at the sudden, unwelcome, June morning sun, beaming down through the window onto my face.

"Oh! Y/n, you're up" Lorna states the obvious.

"Mhm" I respond back to the short brunette, not paying much attention.

"There's someone I'd like you to meet"
Here we fucking go,

"Hm, funny, I just got déjà vu from when you said that exact same thing last week" I recollect as I scan the cabinet for anything edible.

"But I think he's really the one this time!" Lorna gushes.

"Welp, it can't be worse than lil swagger and his freestyle over Monday morning breakfast" I chuckle to myself as my eyes land on the box of pop tarts hidden away,

"Play nice" she warns.

I reach for the box and take a peak inside,
Fucking empty.

"Are you fucking ser-"
"Y/n, this is D dawg"

I flip around to greet the male, he's stocky and muscular, his pants are hanging on for dear life, and he's digging in on my LAST pop-tart.

"Uh yeah.. I know" i awkwardly scratch the back of my neck,

"Hm? How so? Do you guys know each-other?" Lorna speaks up,

"Oh no, no I just heard you scream it 20 minutes ago"

Her brown eyes go wide and D dawg chuckles ever so slightly.

"Anyway.. I gotta dip shawty, my homeboy is finally letting me borrow the studio" D dawg breaks the silence, grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter.