AN: Somebody mentioned about Sania and Taylor being a thing (yk who you are, i forgot your user 😭) and it got me thinking.. what would've happened if Sania didn't die?
That's what this chapter is all about. Some chemistry between those two. 😏
Enjoyyyy 🤭.
When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about
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Sania Phillips Miami, Florida 3 A.M.
I couldn't sleep and was literally tossing and turning.
I grabbed my phone from off the stand.
There was someone I knew who'd be up right about now.
I clicked on Taylor's contact and FaceTimed her.
She answered immediately making me smirk.
"Hello?" She asked in a raspy voice.
Her sleepy voice bro.. 😩
AN: i love me a good sleepy voice fr 🌚
"Hiii Tayyy, I couldn't sleep and I knew you'd be up" I replied.
"What if I was sleep?" She chuckled.
"Then you must really like me if you woke up outta your sleep to answer my FaceTime" I said.
"Maybe" She said.
I stared at her with a small smile on my face.
"What is it Sania?" She asked.
"You so pretty" I smiled even wider.
She blushed and moved the camera so I could only see her ceiling.
"Nooo lemme see youuu beautiful" I frowned.
"Whyyy?" She asked.
"Cause I like looking at you" I replied.
"Nahh I'm good"
"Keep playing and imma pull up on that ass. You acting like I don't have that location" I mugged the phone.
"Pull up then" She said.
I could tell by her tone that she didn't believe me but I was oh so serious.
