𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↹ 𝐁𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐀

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

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⤑ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

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monae tossed and turned on her bed, trying her best to fall asleep but she couldn't. she had been like this for the past five hours due to the conversation with brooklyn at that party coming back to her mind.

she tried to forget about it and move on but it just wasn't working so she used her other option aka her last resort which was showing up to brooklyn's place in the middle of the night.

so she grabbed her phone off of the charger and looked at the time which read two twenty four in the morning so she got up and threw on a cropped zip up hoodie with no shirt, leaving on the small shorts that she was already wearing.

she finished the outfit off with some white socks and a pair of birkenstocks before grabbing her phone, keys, and purse—

finally leaving the house.

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monae arrived to brooklyn's place which so happened to be a townhouse in a white neighborhood—she got out of the car and locked it before dragging her body up the porch, standing in front of the door.

she contemplated on wether or not she should turn around and just go home because it isn't worth it or knock on the door and try her hand, hoping that it'll all go as planned.

she ended up going with the second option and brung her hand up to knock three soft times—she waited, waited, and waited, sighing once nobody opened the door.

"should've just went with the first option" she said lowly as she turned around and was about to walk away but stopped once she heard the door open which made her turn around immediately.

there brooklyn was holding onto the door knob from the inside while leaning against the door frame, her hair was in its curly state all over her head as she wore a black sports bra and some black briefs to match.

monae's eyes traveled her body, her eyes immediately falling on the tattoo on her chest to the one on her stomach and down to the few on her legs—these tattoos were causing her to feel things she had no business feeling, i guess it was because she never knew they were there, neither has she seen brooklyn undressed before.

"eyes up here, pretty" brooklyn said through her raspy voice and monae cleared her throat while looking away which made brooklyn laugh once "what brings you here at two something in the morning?" brooklyn questioned.

"i wanted to talk to you" monae announced and brooklyn moved to the side, allowing monae to enter her home—she slid her shoes off and walked over to the living room that brooklyn somehow managed to beat her to.