3 POV's
Love triangle
New location
Same magic 🪄🔮✨
"...still wishin' that i was yo nigga." 🖤
i'm not good at the descriptions. y'all know this. skjskskskksk anyways enjoy. this is the last part to the "series" if you could even call it one.
wait this song is EXACTLY how he feels *** Anais Jones My feet hurt so bad, I was walking barefoot to this hotel room. I had no shame in my game. Milo had no problem carrying my heels either. When I tell you a bitch was beat...A BITCH WAS BEAT. Aside from all the crying over the Luca shit and venting, I had a blast with Milo. He damn sure didn't let that ruin our chances of having a good time. I almost forgot it even happened in the first place.
We networked with smaller artists at the gallery who'd been giving us advice on how to make it big. Milo met his all time, favorite painter in the entire universe. He'd been so geeked, tripping over his words while praising him. It'd been cute and I'd gotten it all on camera. Plus the millions of pictures he took with him.
That was probably the highlight of my night.
Then we went out to eat...again. This time we actually enjoyed the food, fillng our bellies up and feeling more satisfied then before. We ended up walking the streets and sight seeing once again. The city lights and night were beautiful. Almost reminded me of home.
All in all, the night was magical.
"Uggggghhhh!" I groaned, once we finally reached the door. "I'm soooooo tired."
"Tired ain't even the word fa it. I am wo down!"
"No deadass." I groaned, opening our door. "I'm showering and going straight to be-"
Upon opening the door, my jaw dropped in shock. I had to make sure we'd been in the right room because it DAMN SURE ain't look like this when we left earlier.
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"Well this is embarrassing..." Milo huffed. "I forgot about this. A while ago I asked if the hotel staff could decorate me and Abella's room after we got back from the art gallery."
"Oh my God?!"
"Oh well. I guess sum did go to waste. I ain't trippin though. It is what it is." He shrugged, turning off the light and blowing out a few candles on his way in.
"Well shit...what are we gone do about all these rose petals?" I questioned, picking a few up and throwing them into the air.
Without responding, Milo reached into the closet towards the front of the room and grabbed a broom and a few garbage bags. "Come on mane. Let's get to it."
"Well if that's our only option." I sighed, beginning to clean this shit up. "That bitch ain't deserve you. Lying and shit making you think you the daddy. I can't stand hoes like ha."
"Exactly." He agreed, helping me. "Glad this the only thing going to waste. Can't win em all."
"On the bright side...I will be eatin them chocolates you got sittin over there. So those won't be going to waste." I smirked.
Looking over at me, Milo let out a subtle chuckle. "Go crazy." He said whilst throwing a hand full of roses at me.
I picked up a hand full and threw them back at him. We couldn't help but laugh at the fact that this'd been happening. I could tell in his masked expression that he was genuinely sad over Abella but he'd been keeping it positive with me.
