𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ' 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧.

𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 , 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

you argued on the phone with your manipulative boyfriend , 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 . you two had been on and off for the past year as his tendencies to be with other girls peaked.

" 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 , their just my cousins i swear "

" maybe your the one whos cheating on me . " he spoke in his deep voice. your blood BOILED because you were never the type to be a cheater.
the red end call button was throwing itself at you , so you listened to your gut . and pressed it .

you bawled silently in your room , your sleeves to your hoodie coming up to your eyes when your bedroom door quickly opens .

" yo , were gonna watch a mov- " his sentence cut off as  𝐒𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 realised you were crying .
" you good? " what a dumb question to ask.
your head nodding , even tho you CLEARLY were not okay.
" i swear if its that prick masher- "
" just leave it , its not that deep " you cut him off .
he turned his head and looked left and right into the hallways , licking his lips .
" anyways as i was saying , me and the mandem are having a movie night ting downstairs innit so if you wanna join us feel free "
you nodded your head at the tall , attractive male
" ill be down in a sec skreamz " the nickname you gave him . hed never admit it but it gave him butterflies whenever you used it .
it just felt SO right , and im sure tiny wouldnt mind his friend of YEARS being in his sisters pants? right?

you sat down on the sofa , in the middle of skreamer and tiny .
butterflies rushed through you as you realised your leg came into contact with skreamers .
you knew you shouldnt feel like this towards your brothers mate of years

but you couldnt care less .

all works by me 

part 2 ?