in which the traumatized party girl who became ice cold and immune to falling in love again , meets the smooth hood boy who believes you can't let your bad past affect the good to come in your future .
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[ saturday ]
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LETTING OUT A LOUD ass irritated groan, malaisa clicked the start over button on the tik tok video prepared to try again. although if it failed this time she was just about to say fuck it. due to both their mother's permission, she was currently at notti's house for the weekend.
she's been there even since yesterday after school. the whole group was there, but left once time started winding down to leave everyone to their own company. sydney would've stayed as well with dd but had a party to host this afternoon due to her high social media following, many people requested her cause she had good vibes and so much energy.
annaleise went to spend the weekend with ddot, leaving malaisa with notti and dd bout depressed as fuck. she offered to play the game with him so he wouldn't feel too alone, but he told her he was ok and to just worry about his brother. now, she was regretting the fuck out the shit cause he was pissing her the fuck off.
"bruh. how the fuck you getting mad acting like this shit easy as fuck? like the fuck?" notti mugged the back of malaisa's head as she was bent over resting her arms on his dresser scrolling on her phone.
right now, she was trying to do the peaches and eggplants dance with him. at first, it was cute how bad he was messing up. now, they been trying to redo the same dance they had done six times already.
"nigga just stop fucking talking to me. uncoordinated ass motha fucka." she rolled her eyes as she shook her head feeling her irritation now begin to kick in.
"mmcht bro what? how you spazzing when that shit got all these damn turns and shit. you do that active shit not me." he mugged harder pointing at her and went to sit on his bed.
they dead was just dragging it at this point. they were definitely out the honeymoon phase and we're bickering over the tiniest shit. like ain't no way a tik tok got y'all going at it like it's world war 3.
"nigga! it's unt unt uh uh, boom boom in ya hoe." she acts out the dance, "you can't lift ya arms and raise ya legs? like be so fucking serious right now." she mugged him and rolled her eyes.
"watch ya mouth laisa." he warned making her scoff and roll her neck, "nigga bye." she waved him off and went back to her saved sounds on tik tok not wanting to dance with him no more.
"ight." he smiled shaking his head while he looked down on his phone. he knew she was only dragging it cause he hasn't shut her up yet.
