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@𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊
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𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟑𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐉
The song 𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖥𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 blasted through the speakers of the private jet. Brooklyn and Amiri were having an absolute blasttttt. These bitches was drunk as fuck dancing and singing to every song that played. Meanwhile Mariah, Chy, and now Janelle just sat there...sulking in their misery.
Normally, Mariah would be up too. She don't give a fuck what the situation is, she gone get lit regardless. But this timeeee? Nah. She couldn't even pretend to have fun, that's how pissed she was. The negative energy radiating off of both nana and chy was also an extra foot on her neck.
"Why are y'all saddddd?!" Brooklyn dragged before Amiri joined in.
"Ya miss ya baeeeeesss!" Amiri yelled with a dramatic ass pout on her face. Just hearing her refer to Notti as her "bae" had Janelle about to reach up, snatch the pilot, and crash this whole shit.
But she really didn't want them to know that it was Ethan who was bothering her. She already forgave him and moved on so she didn't wanna make it that big a deal. But she needed to talk to him first. She needed some reassurance. Because he lied to her all those years ago; or withheld the truth.
