when zara was in highschool her parents split .. she ended up having to live with her dad in cali where she attended usc and met juju. continue reading to find out what happens in their story!
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since usc won their game today the team decided to go out, i honestly didn't feel like going out so i stayed home.
judea was currently getting ready to go out while i was getting ready to stay at home, i slipped on my silk pajama set and put on my under eye patches.
i walked out of the bedroom and took in her outfit, she had on a navy blue gap jacket with some cargos to match; she also had her wavy hair down.
as she saw me in the full body mirror she turned around and came over to me, i looked up at her as she walked closer.
she stood infront of me and wrapped her arms around my lower waist; closer to my waistband. i moved a piece of hair out of her face and tilted my head.
"call me if you need me mama, i love you." she said as she pressed a soft peck to my lips. i nodded, "i love you more, have fun baby."
she smiled and tapped my ass, i pushed her shoulder and giggled. i passed her her phone and she headed out.
i went into the living room and grabbed my painting supplies from my desk i had on the side. i sat on the couch and turned on coryxkenshin.
as i sketched out my drawing for my painting i got pretty bored so i decided to call my homegirl. i clicked on her contact as i propped my phone up.
she instantly answered and propped her phone up— "brooklynn, hiii!" i kind of yelled with a smile.
she looked at the camera and smiled showing her bottom row of black power-chains as she waved. "hey zara, what you doing?" she asked as she looked back at the screen.
"i'm painting, look!" i exclaimed as i turned the painting around to show her, she took a quick glance and smiled at it.
with brooklyn we didn't have to talk much on the phone, it was like we were the type to sit in comfortable silence.
i continued on my painting while bk was playing the game, until she spoke up— "where's juju? it's a lil too quiet in there." i might've giggled at the last part.
"she's out with her team celebrating, you must be tired of me?" i asked as i looked at the camera and tilted my head. she shook her head and didn't say nothing.
i hummed and put my focus back on my painting, a few minutes later i was done and moved it to the side to dry. i got up from the couch with my phone and went to the kitchen.
"what should i make?" i asked brooklyn as i propped up my phone up on the counter and tapped my chin. "a chicken salad!" she finally spoke up.
