𝓘𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⩩ ᵉ!42 𝙈.𝙈

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 36

" BABY HOLD ON ! WE'RE GONNA' GET CAUGHT. "

[Y/n] whispered-shouted to which her  infamous boyfriend drew her to the front door with excitement.

The young woman squealed in fright as she hopped over Naomi who was snoring in the living room floor with the rest of her friends.

" Miles ! "

" Don't worry about this shit ma'. Just trust me."

Miles reassured before carrying his girlfriend bridal style—eyes almost popping out of [Y/n's] sockets as a chancla flew right next to them.

" Put my daughter down ! "

The young woman's mother shouted from upstairs resulting in her friends to wake up from their sleep—𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴.

" What the actual fuck ? "

Evelyn voiced out as confusion was written all over her face—disheveled hair as drool leaked from her mouth.

" Wait...what is he doin' here ? " Chloe yawned as she scrunched her face.

" My bad tía. I'm gonna' need my wife for a min'." Miles spoke as he swiftly opened the front door—heading out before the older woman could utter another word.

ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ.

" I thought she was sick !? " [M/n] pondered out loud as she fixed her bonnet—the three remaining girls sighing as they prepared to return  home.

" We never really know what's going on with that girl."

Evelyn mumbled as she stretched herself out before patting Naomi's shoulder—" Bitch. Wake uuuup ! "

" Right."

Chloe chuckled knowingly.

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" BAE DON'T YOU KNOW how early it is !? " [Y/n] questioned rhetorically as she buckled her seatbelt, clueless on what was going but still ready for whatever Miles had planned.

" Yeah."

He breathed as he slumped against his seat—black hoodie draped over his head making [Y/n] suspiciously eye him.

" What's up with you ? " She asked as her delicate fingers lovingly caressed the side of Miles' face.

" M' a lil tired that's all mama." Miles smiled lightly as his hazel irises met [Y/n's]—admiring the beauty that sat next to him before leaning in to kiss  the corner of her lips.

" You're not a good liar y'know that Prowler ? " The young woman teased as she grabbed his chin—eyes wide as Miles sinked his teeth into her finger.

" Ah- Miles what fuck ? "

[Y/n] chuckled in nonplus—watching as a flirtatious grin appeared on the man's face.

" You ain't got a worry 'bout me. I just needa' talk to you."

Miles replied as his hand went to her  seatbelt—unbuckling it.

" C'mere. Come sit on me mamí." He said with a suggestive tone resulting in the woman immediately obeying.

She chuckled softly as she held her boyfriend's hands putting her right leg out following with the left while Miles held her waist.