Milan was always so friendly and outgoing. Most of the time she stayed to herself. Although, finding love was never one of her priorities. With her family by her side, they pushed Milan to her best abilities; going to her dream college, starting a b...
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Milan Brady ~ 19 ~ Atlanta, Ga
The next day
Running around IKEA, Wynter sits in the body of the cart laughing her ass off as I run us through the aisles. "Oh my Goddd, slow down! I can't breath." She laughs out of breath. I slow the cart down almost running into a shelf.
"Okay bitch, i'm tied. But forreal we needa lock in and actually start getting this furniture." I said laughing along with her. I really thought I needed to move my night stand closer to my bed but now that I realize it, I just need a bigger one.
"Ouu look at this one, It's cute. Right?" Wynn said pointing to a brown wooden night stand knowing my room theme is black furniture.
"Girl no. I need a black wooden one so it can match the rest of my room." I said pushing the cart around.
"Y'all need any help over here ma?" I look up as a tall lightskin worker asks me and Wynter. She snaps her head back at me.
"Uh, no I think we're good. Thank you though." I reply with a faint smile. He nods and walks off.
"What u think bout him?" Wynter asks in her strong Louisiana accent.
"Girl, I don't even like lightskins like that but I can't lie, he was kinda finee." I drag. "OUU, look at this one." I point to a black night stand with a rhinestone as a handle for the drawer.
"Cute cute cuteee."
"I know right? I should get it?" I say nodding my head.
"Mhm." Wynter laughs knowing I was gonna get the night stand anyways.
Seeing a large mirror in the restroom, Wynn decides to take a picture of us. < Picture Below >
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~Yes, this is what they were wearing. Just imagine Milan with panda dunks and not those Jordan 1s.~
"Ouuu why yo ass look fat right here?" Wynter says showing me the picture. I look up from my phone scheduling appointments.
