What happens when your favorite celebrity tries to punk an upcoming artist.... Will he pull through ? Or will she show him that she's not one to play with ?
Step into the life of 'Galore' in "Internetshows", to find out more.
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SAME DAY
IT WAS AS IF NOTHING CHAGED WITHIN THE GROUP. They all laughed and joked with each other about random things as they sat in Tweet's living room, taking in each other's presence.
"Aye bruh, if that was me in that situation ? i'd be swingin' chairs too !" D exclaims as they spoke about the situation in Montgomery.
"Word." Tweet nods his head in agreement, "Them people was wildin' but, free my cousins cause they was innocent bystanders just standin' up for what was right."
"Mhm ! You right about it !" Galore nods.
"Wait... Y'all hear that shit ?" Jayla asked turning her attention towards the hallway.
The crew stopped their conversation when they heard fiddling outside of the door. Due to Tweet having the home security app, he was able to see who it was causing for the group to not be alert as they waited for the last guest.
Placing the spare key, that was given to him months ago, into the keyhole, AP walked into Tweet's home excited for them to have a guy's night with D. It had been a minute since the three males hung out with just them and it was well needed for AP.
His happiness didn't last long when he came across his other female friends as well as Galore. He was now agitated and immediately realized that Tweet lied to him.
"This nigga got on leather pants ?" D asked as he eyed AP's out. Just wanting to crack home one noticing his energy.
But, AP ignored him.
"The fuck is this ? Nigga, you lied to me ?" AP questions looking Tweet, who got up to dap his friend.
Tweet scrunches his face at the tone in his voice, "Ian lie... we still finna hang."
"What I'm really doin' here ?" AP questions glaring at Tweet. He knew the answer, just needed for it to be confirmed.
"Nigga don't step to me all hostile and shit." Tweet mugs not liking AP's approach.
"Man, kill allat noise. Fuck I'm doin' here ?" AP questions with the same hostility in his voice.
"Aight. Y'all talk to him." Tweet chuckles before walking back towards the reclining chair. He knew his friend was upset but, he ain't want to have to beat his ass.
"We know you got some type of problem with Zari. So, we're holdin' a friend mediation." D informs, jumping into the conversation.
