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- 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧
it kind of starts where it ends. i texted arello more. seems like a genuine man.. i guess. i kinda found it weird how he knew my home address before i even told him what street i lived down but, i guess it's okay..
it was now 9pm, i was wearing a long brown dress and some heel-non-heel type of shoes. i cannot even stand in heels so i decided to go with some blocky bottom things, i don't know...
my hair was in a tight half up half down, my curls nice and hydrated and i flicked them behind my shoulder. my legs were softly shaved, not that you could see them anyway, and my body was moisturised.
i don't know why i was getting so dressed up for a date with this weird guy, i don't know, maybe i wanted to prove a point? maybe i wanted empowerment? or maybe i wanted to post this all over instagram and let mio see it, either way, i was getting what i wanted.
'i need this' i told myself as i flew down the first flight of stairs but stopped at the second, now regretting and questioning myself. more questioning what i'm doing with my life.
i checked myself one more time before i slowly walked down the second pair of stairs, but i got met with, obviously, the boys.
"where you going looking fresh." kenny spotted me and pointed out my cleansed body and my perfect makeup.
i thought before replying, if i told them i was going on a date, they would get really protective and try to spy and follow me, but if i told them i was going out with nella and balia, they would tell me i was overdoing it and not let me get one step closer to the door, so i went with my gut instinct.
"no hablo ingles?" i cheekily smiled and picked up my vibrating phone from my bag to see arello was calling me, yet before i could answer the boys were already technically in my face, so i put my phone back in my bag and ignored it, until the boys were done with there 'this man could be a creep' rampage.
"fuck is that supposed to mean? don't tell me your going on a date." chunkz fiddled with the tv controller and stared at me like he was looking for something in a pitch black room.
"no- i'm just-" i attempted to spit out some words but nothing helped me, even my voice box gave up on me.
"holy shit she is! she's going on a date." i rub my forehead as aj points out the obvious.
"ok fine! i'm going on a date, but it doesn't concern you." i flick my hair that has blown into my face away, and stomp my foot on the ground like an aggressive toddler.
