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OMNISCIENT POV' 𝚕𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 📍𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝚄𝙱
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FRIDAY NIGHT, it was Friday night in the city of Miami. The sun had long ago settled and it was now dark outside. The strip was packed and the Clubs were at full capacity. The setting for this story takes place in a club. Because that's where Boston and Autumn first met. A not so typical love story, some might even question if there was any love? I can't determine that statement, but as for the reader you can.
Boston who's originally from Tallahassee, Florida was having a release party for his song "help me". It's been going viral ever since he dropped it. So what better way to celebrate than being in a club surrounded by liquor, money, and beautiful women.
Boston was definitely a ladies man, and was always use to having his way with the ladies. Now I don't mean that in a bad way it's not like he threw himself at women. It's just that the women threw themselves at him, to be specific the "Ditsy" ones.
He was out with his homeboys, the ones who planned this party for their friend. They knew he worked hard on his music and how much time he spent in the studio. So tonight they were going to make sure he enjoyed himself. And trust he was enjoying himself ever since he stepped foot in the club.
"Aye Richey" Boston heard a familiar voice calling him by another nickname of his. When he turned around to see who it was, he saw one of his close friends "Fatt". Also a well known rapper "Ytb Fatt" .
"Mannn fatt where you been at? A nigga been looking for yo ass" Boston cheesed. The liquor had him way more talkative and care-free. The blunt he smoke earlier didn't help it much either.
"Shit, I'm here now though. What we on?" Fatt said dapping his friend up while they smiled. A Bottle girl walked up to them with a smile. She didn't even have to say a word before Boston nodded that he wanted to order another round of bottles.
HELP ME by Boston Richey started playing and it was blasting through the club. He felt phone flashes on him, which immediately brought a smile to his face. Everyone sung along damn near louder than the speakers. It was a crazy feeling to him but he knew then and there it was only up from then.
All of the sudden a group of girls, Three in total walked up to the section. The security let them in because the name was most definitely let in the list. Bostons eyes fell onto the one who trailed along in the bag. She was Brown-skin, long straight bundles worn with a middle part, and She held a natural mug. Her face card was something else Boston thought to him self.
