"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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KATALEYA SIMONI BROOKS FRIDAY MORNING JANUARY 20th, 2023.
"THIS SHIT UNCOMFORTABLE as fuck." Kataleya stressed , with her phone facing upwards showcasing the ceiling of her dorm room.
"What's uncomfortable, what you wearing, or that you doing the YouTube video." Legacy spoke back, on face time.
Tyshawn was in his room so he had his airpods in, as he stood in the mirror looking at his outfit.
"Both," she groaned. She stopped filming and tossed her camera on her bed. "You think if I just make content on tiktok it would be easier? They pay good too." She suggested.
It was the beginning of 2023, and tiktok creator checks were a nice chunk of change truthfully.
"What do you have to do this for again?" Legacy asked a follow up question before answering hers. He wanted to give her the best advice, something that would be useful on the long run.
"Because, me and TK gonna make another song on spring break, and a music video, but in order for me to stay in the loop I gotta stay relevant, and give my fans content somehow." She explained. "Damn, a real bitch got fans." She spoke cockily at the realization.
"The song was good so I get it," he nodded. He wasn't surprised she had supporters. They loved everything about her, from her looks, to her personality, her accent, to her lyrics, and they went crazy when they found out she went to a boarding school for troubled youth.
They wanted to know more about her.
"Just do the tiktok shit if you don't feel comfortable with youtube. It seem like the same shit to me." He said , picking up tyshawns lint roller that he let him borrow, starting to remove all the lint from his shirt.
He needed to look fresh.
"I was thinking about getting a face tattoo." She spoke, inserting her diamond earrings into her ears, getting ready to top off her look.
"You wanna be me so bad." He joked referring to the red inked cash sign underneath his left eye that he got when he was seventeen. "My shit actually starting to fade a lil, I was thinking about getting it touched up." He expressed.
"When did you get it?" She questioned applying the backs on her earrings.
"When I first turned seventeen." He told her truthfully. "It's for my set. But I like it anyway." He shrugged referring to the gang he was apart of.
She honestly forgot all the time that he was affiliated. He was so innocent and inexperienced with so many things you would think he never even left the house before he got shipped off.
"You got it here?" She asked him, wondering if it was possible.
"Yeah, Khalil do em." He revealed making her gasp in shock.
