𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎

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Margella Smith

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I yawned as we pulled up to his house. But everytime I saw his house there was just something about his house that made me feel weird.

"Man..." I mumbled.

He got out of the car-- leaving me behind.

"What?" He yelled.

I quickly got out of the car and came inside.

I sat on the couch, accepting the fact he wanted to have this moment so bad.

"Yeah so, you stay here-- and then I'mma  get some food." He said, while walking into the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the remote and looking at the tv.

"I just don't understand." I mumbled.

I pulled out my phone and skimmed on social media.

After a few minutes, he came back to the couch with a bowl of chips, salsa and another bowl filled with chocolate and cookies.

I smiled, but frowned so he wouldn't notice I was into him a bit.

"We gone watch a movie or whateva." He said, while grabbing the remote from beside my leg.

"You know you look nice right?" He complimented.

I looked up from my phone, and glanced at him. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah. Thanks." I said, noticing his silver ring. I was holding back my dear for real.

He leaned back, eating the chips and salsa.

"Aye, you ain't talk about sharing?" I questioned, putting my phone into my purse. I reached for some chips but he moved the bowl from my reach.

"Nah, you ain't bout that." He said, glancing at me with a smile.

I rolled my eyes again for the a thousand time. I learned back and started to force myself to relax. So that's what I did. After awhile we just sat there and chilled while we watched the movie.

He had finally decided to share the bowls of chips and cookies with me-- when it was half way gone, but aye. At least he sharin, and I'm finally chilling.

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Ariana Smith
  
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"𝑌𝑒𝑎ℎ 𝑚𝑎, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎
𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦. "
  
                                "𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒     
               𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦?"
 
             
"𝑀𝑎, 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑠ℎ
𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑛𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦?"

                                  "𝐴ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑎ℎ, 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ
                𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛--- 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎𝑠  
                                                          𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒?"

"𝐸ℎ, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝐽𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑟
𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎
𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡
𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘. 𝑀𝑎, 𝐼'𝑚
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢-- 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜
𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.
𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡?"