HATE ....𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞
"𝐲𝐚𝐲𝐚"
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 packing her spend the night bag. They had gotten back from the last concert they had a few hours ago and since then Yaya had been home.
Notti was at home streaming and told Yamiri that she could spend the night at his house. Jocelyn didn't mind as she wasn't going to be home either.
She had work back to back hours and didn't have to time to be home.
And unless she was sleeping Yaya hated being alone, it was the fear of something happening to her that weighed over her head constantly.
So she was going to her man's house, she had a long way to go because she had to walk there. She didn't want to bother Notti to come get her and everyone else was doing their own things.
She was happy he only lived down the street but it was late and she didn't want anything to happen to her.
But since she knew everyone on that whole block she just had to scream and someone would come out.
She knew everyone was home because they had just performed so they didn't go far but they surely weren't doing a lot either.
Yaya didn't know how long she was going to stay with Notti but she packed for a few days. They had some big events coming up.
When she finally finished packing she swung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her phone and AirPods.
She left her room and made sure she had everything before leaving the house making sure to lock the door.
Jocelyn had already left so there wasn't much to do there.
As much as yamiri wanted to put her headphones in and play some music she didn't because she needed to hear her surroundings.
She walked for a while seeing the house get closer and closer in view and a smile appeared on her face.
Before she could even knock on the door it opened and Melz walked out on her phone.
"Oh hey yaya, how was the show today?" She smiled looking down at the younger girl.
"It was good, really fun. Where's Miri?" Yaya asked with a smile back.
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