𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑜 and 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟-𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑑 go through the works of 'trust the process' and make it to the happy ending they've wanted all along;
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲!
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7:45am tianna's house
"hi buddy," tianna caresses her 5 month old cat, christian as he purrs back.
"i guess it's about time i turn on the phone huh?" she states sadly knowing exactly why she doesn't.
tianna opens her phone to see messages from teammates, family, and even trent and his brothers.
"please tia, can we talk about what i did? i need to hear your voice and you to hear me out." trent pleads through text.
"ehhh, should i? nah lemme answer the more important."
tianna walks to the bathroom, brushes her teeth, washes her face and takes off her bonnet grabbing some edge control and brush.
"hey alexa, play un-thinkable by alicia keys and drake on spotify."
tianna sways her body as she walks to her walk-in closet.
"six godddd!" tianna yells before she belts out the lyrics like she wrote them.
"i was wondering maybe, could i make you my baby? if we do the un-thinkable, would it make us look crazy?" tianna sings slipping in some low waisted black flare jeans before putting on a barcelona jersey with her name on the back.
"okay christian baby, i'm gonna be gone for a few hours. behave by yourself."
he just purrs back jumping from the bed and running into the hallway making tianna follow him.
"i think avocado's good." tia pulls the toast from the toaster before putting a few slices of avocado on it.
"alright! i love you and see ya later."
"alexa stop!" tia yells before walking out the house locking the front door.
"tia, i need to talk to you." tianna rolls her eyes turning her body around to meet a hungover and sad-looking trent alexander-arnold.
"i honestly think you shouldn't be talking to me. don't you have training?" tianna walks past bumping shoulders with who-shall-not-be-named walking to her Lamborghini Urus.
"no, i have it later today, we talked about this yesterday tia."
"for one, stop calling me that and get the hell from my door. meet me at our old favorite coffee shop down the street at 2."
"tianna, i can't stop thinking about you, please can we talk?"
"what the actual fuck, did i just tell you?" tianna's hands start shaking slightly.
"can i get a r-?"
"get in and don't talk to me." trent gets in quickly and quietly knowing how mad tianna can get.
"hey siri, play lock in playlist on spotify."
millions by young thug plays through the huge car speakers that tianna requested when she got first got the car.
"why?" tianna turns her head towards the right-back in her passenger seat with a questionable face towards him.
"i was drunk outta my mind. robbo was shoving shot after shot in my face and i just wanted to compete because that's how i am and yeah. i'm really sorry tianna, i swear."
"mhm, i feel like that's not a real reason. if you knew that the shots were too much, why didn't you stop? especially after you saw her."
"it-"
fukumean by gunna plays throughout the speakers making tianna smile widely and turn up the volume forgetting about trent burning loving holes into the side of her head.
"fuck you mean? young gunna wunna back calling me splurge, watch me jump right off the curve! bentley spur fly like a bird, keep me a stick if they purge!" tianna blurts out loudly turning the wheel at the bentley part at a red light.
"ew, nah because i don't even freak with the spurs." trent laughs silently smiling big after.
"give me time to think about it and i'll think about it. love you and have a good training trent. don't worry ok? tell your family i said hi!" trent nods.
"love you more and i will." trent replies shutting the passenger door walking into the house.
