❝bad girls, see them out on the street at night.❞
follow the life of jamie boyd, a 30 something year old as she is looking for love in the big apple.
( maleoc x femoc)
(lowercase intended)
(october 18 - ongoing)
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! BAD GIRLS ! BAD GIRLS !
( a sex and the city fic )
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JAMIE'S BROWNSTONE HOME new york, new york 5pm
i sat on the couch with jemma while dakota put on his shoes. "you can't seriously just go back to connecticut now!" i said.
he shook his head. "i have to sort things out with diana. i'll be back by midnight, tops."
i let out a frustrated sigh. i couldn't blame dakota for wanting to talk to diana. their marriage had been rocky for the last few years which is what led to them separating, but i had a date today. a serious one that i couldn't miss.
"i'll be back, jem." dakota said as he walked to the front door.
i quickly followed him and spoke quietly so jemma wouldn't hear, "i can't watch her, dakota. can she go with you?"
he turned and looked at me with an unimpressed expression. "jemma hates being with her mom. you think i should send her with me knowing they'll just fight?" he said in a hushed voice.
"you're right...it's just, i have an extremely serious commitment." i said.
he raised an eyebrow. "extremely serious commitment?" he said with a slight smirk. "why do i get the feeling you have a date?"
"whatever." i said as i pushed him out of the door. i started shutting the door but he shoved in his foot to keep it open. he stepped inside again and i groaned, "what?"
he smirked again, "give doctor wright my best."
i rolled my eyes. "oh shut up." i said, smacking his chest. "and get out of here."
he chuckled as he backed up towards the front door. "have fun on your date."
i stuck my tongue out at him before shutting the door. as i looked over, i noticed jemma leaning on the back of the sofa, her arms crossed. "i'm seventeen, i can take care of myself. go on your hot date i'll be okay."
