Kamala is the soon to be president of the United States. That would not be possible without being interviewed by some of the great people of this nation and having rallies in different states. Y/n goes to every rally she can attend for a college ess...
Yall pls forgive me for the late update. I've been focusing on edits (kharrislovr on tt) 💀🧎🏽♀️➡️also look at her fingers on the right oh my god. Her fingernails are always clipped im js... -
You still couldn't believe that you were moving to L.A with Kamala. You lived in a suburban neighborhood the entirety of your life, suddenly you're swapping to the big city. Do you think this is the right thing to do, for a woman you only met a couple months ago- and the fact that your time with her is to be kept a secret from everyone. It ate at your chest keeping such a huge part of your life away from the world; your world being her and your life being... life. You sigh at the suitcases, bags, and boxes scattered in the corner of your dorm, the usual feeling of uncertainty boggling your mind.
You felt a rhythmic vibration rumbling through your back pocket. You rummage your pocket; picking up your phone. Kamala's name stalls on the screen. You hit the green button and put your phone on speaker.
"Hey!" You answer with a smile on your face.
"Hi, sweetheart. Are you done packing? Should I get the van for you." You hear the gleam in her voice as she speaks to you.
"Um... I-" Your words paused as you ran your hand through your hand. You were holding yourself back from this life-altering experience, not knowing how good or bad the other side could be. All for a woman that wants you in her pocket. Your brain overthought the worse in every scenario.
"You don't have to say anything else, dear. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Sit tight." She broke your boggled mind with her somber, pitched down voice. Before you had a chance to reply, she hung up the phone. You looked down in a pout; missing the sound of her low voice. You sighed in disbelief at the possible future with the woman of your literal dreams. You never understood the reason she wanted you differently than any other person out there. You felt nothing special about yourself, compared to the women who were prettier, smarter, hotter, and just plain better than you to say the least. You plopped onto your sheet-less bed. You let out a deep groan to attempt to release the pent up nervous energy writhing inside of you.
You heard a subtle, rhythmic knock on your door; You rise from your pit of anxiety. You carefully step over your bags and open the door.
"I heard you from out here, sweetheart. What's wrong?" Kamala said, entering the room with no invitation.
"Okay. Come in, yeah." You say sarcastically with an expressionless smile. You close the door behind her and turn. "Out with it." She demanded with her hands placed on her hips.
"You know you got here super quick? Were you waiting for me to call or-" you sputter with a nervous smile.
"Y/N." She protested, instantly breaking your attempt to stall the inevitable conversation that needed to be made. You let out a heavy sigh; you don't know how to find the right words to describe your feelings. You looked at Kamala expecting her to just read your mind, bypassing the entire situation.
"I think... I'm having doubts." Your words slowly escaped your mouth with uncertainty.
"About us?" She asked with her voice filled with lament. The expression on her face turned to fear.
"No! No, no, no." You quickly nod at the seemingly foolish question she asked you. "-about moving." You sealed your sentence with a simple smile while dropping your shoulders in relief.
"Oh, baby." She whispered melancholy as her hands raised to meet yours.
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