HATE ....𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞
"𝐲𝐚𝐲𝐚"
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟕𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 and Yamiri couldn't be happier. She had been going to school constantly everyday to avoid seeing her mother despite her working all day anyways.
They had just—literally just— gotten out of school and Notti had taken her to his house. However, everyone was gone or busy.
Dd was out at the studio and was probably going to be gone all day, Mama Osama was out with her girls doing god knows what. Leaving Notti and Yaya alone in the house.
It's not like anyone else would come because they were all quite literally busy with something else.
Yaya didn't mind being alone with Notti, since he apologized they've gotten closer. Notti got more clingier and she got a little more reliant on him.
Not too much tho.
Right now she was scrolling on her iPad trying to find something to watch while Notti laid his head on her chest being nosey as fuck.
"Mm, i gotta go in a few minutes but imma be back" he hummed wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Why?" She whined throwing her head back and putting her iPad down, as soon as she got comfortable he was leaving, "stay for a little longer"
She wouldn't care if she fell asleep before he left because she wouldn't know he left.
"Mamas I gotta go- the fuck was that?" Notti paused sitting up quickly as he heard a crash from upstairs.
Considering he was in the basement he heard everything more clearer. And he damn near had super hearing.
"What?" She frowned leaning up as well, she couldn't hear what he heard but she could definitely feel the vibrations.
He quickly shushed her as he listened out for another crash. Both of them stared off into space as they listened closely.
It wasn't a crash but Notti heard footsteps pacing around the house.
He picked up his headphones from the bedside table and put them on Yamiri's head. He grabbed a drawing notebook and a pencil, placing it down on her lap as he kneeled in front of her.
YOU ARE READING
#♪ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄
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