PLAYBOI CARTI ,, BBY BOI
NEW YORK
The day after Jordan's, aka Cartis, real birthday he had decided to throw a party to celebrate alongside his fans. He had rented out the Brooklyn Warehouse for the night, and suddenly a buzz was in the air.
The day before, Jordan and I had spent the day together, chilling in our hotel room as
we celebrated together in our own world. I had prepared him a breakfast in bed before giving him some gifts: a new bracelet and a smaller chain, some new balenciagas, and of course, myself.Currently, the two of us were behind the warehouse. I had been taking a few pictures of him by his car so he could post on instagram, not being inside the actual venue. Not so surprisingly, way too many people had shown up - specifically ten thousand - and now the NYPD were attempting to shut down the party.
As I handed the phone back to Jordan he let out a huff, quickly scrolling through my spam of photos. "Why they gotta do this for? It's ma birthday!" he pouted, pocketing his phone before looking at me.
I gave him a small smile, amused by his child-like complaint. "What do I always say, Jor?" I hum softly, interlinking my fingers with his "Everything happens for a reason, what if it wasn't closed down and somebody tried to hurt you?" I say, trying to think better if the situation.
He only hums, looking round to the large line of people and the shouting officers. "You right, but still."
I laugh softly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to pull him into a hug, his arms shaking around my waist. He rests his chin on my head before moving, his nose now buried in my neck with his hands running up and down my sides slowly.
Shouts of excitement were heard along with the stressed yells of officers, though in our bubble it seemed peaceful.
I hum, kissing his cheek softly. "Happy birthday baby boi."
SHE SPEAKS!?
aaaaaa this kinda sucks but i wanted to get smth out of :/ and yes his birthday was a while ago BUT ITS CUTE OOKAYYY!!
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