𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, -@𝟰𝟰𝟰𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜
𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲, 15
𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗺🎵
'𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲'𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮' !
𝐃𝐀𝐘 7:
"you excited ?" evelyn's voice echoed through the phone, it was one more day until ddot came over.. & we was 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 back together.
"ion even knooow, like— ion know wtf ima say ta him when he get here, i feel like shit gon' be mad awkward now," i sighed, playin wit a stray curl,
i checked the time, my phone reading '𝟭𝟬:𝟬𝟱 𝗽𝗺'
a bitch like me need ha everything shower...
"i gotta go evie, i'll let you know what happen tomorrow," i opened the facetime— ending the call.
the way i was 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 about tomorrow... because what the fuck do we even talk about ? was ts a mistake ? is our relationship finna be the same as before ? i don't even knoww.
i know his apologies were pure, & i know he had genuine remorse for what he did. but that ain't mean shiiit ! how i'm posed' ta know he ain't finna pull that lame shit again ?
we ain't spoke for this whole week. what if he changed his mind— nah that nigga been begging for ts.
what time he finna show up ? where we even gon start ? is he gon stay over ? naah how the fuck layla & asher gon react ?