Story of His Life

Chapter Three

YOUR P.O.V:

Y/N: *stutters* Why are you looking through my stuff?! *tries to grab your laptop*

Diggy: *slams it shut* *holds it against his chest* Why are you writing stories about me?

Y/N: Give me my laptop.

Diggy: Give me my answer.

Y/N: *crosses your arms* Because it's my way of obsessing over the great Diggy Simmons.

Diggy: Who wouldn't? But this shit. *motions to the laptop* Is a bit weird. Just a little.

Y/N: It's not like I'm writing your life story. *tries to grab your laptop again*

Diggy: *snatches it away* That's why you wanted to know why I don't like being in the studio?!

Y/N: *frustrated* No! I swear it's not like that! Just give me my laptop!

Diggy: Will you let me read one?

Y/N: *blushes* No. *grabs your laptop*

Diggy: Why not? It seems interesting from what I read.

Y/N: Believe me you'll hate it.

Diggy: Why?

Y/N: *thinks about some of the things in your story*

"He moans as he runs his hands through your soft curls. He throws his head back in delight. That's my baby he says as he makes it go deeper into your throat"

Y/N: *nervously chuckles* You just wouldn't. *shrugs* *packs your stuff up*

Diggy: *smirks* How come you didn't tell anyone else about your stories about me?

Y/N: No one needed to know.

Diggy: Why not? I think you have great talent.

Y/N: No!... This is just for f-... It's just for my friends. It's not for anyone else.

Diggy: How would you feel if someone *shrugs* I don't know posted the story around the campus?

Y/N: *looks at him* What are you talking about?

Diggy: *goes on his phone* Nothing...Since you love writing about me. I thought I'd give you more coverage.

Y/N: *narrows your eyes at him* I barely know you. Why are you sure it's a good idea to do that?

Diggy: *smiles* Because! I know you're ashamed of writing for whatever reason. And this is my upper hand I have on you. *winks*

Y/N: *chuckles* This is a really bad way to start off a relationship Diggy.

Diggy: Here's the deal! I'll allow you to continue writing about me. As long as you help me out with school and this *motions to the studio*

Y/N: How can I help you with your music? I'm just a writer. I can probably write your music better than you but this isn't me.

Diggy: Your rhymes aren't better than mine..I just need you to create a hidden message within this song *plays back the song*

Y/N: Sure I can write a hidden message about how you're trying to black mail me

Diggy: No, seriously Y/N.

Y/N: No! I'm sorry that I can't help someone who was just trying blackmail me. I have got to go.

Diggy: Why?

Y/N: I have go get home to my brother and sister.

Diggy: You need a ride?