Finally Famous

46.

A/N: Hello, my lovely readers.

I had a huge case of some writer's block. I couldn't think of anything bruh.

But... *evil smirk*

I managed to think of something to write for you guys. So, here you go.

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-The next week

Lexi...

"Say what you want cause you got it baby. I pull off in them robins, baby" Fetty sang, annoying me as he sat on the dryer. "Jimmy Choos on her feet when she be walkin', Jimmy-Jimmy Choos on her feet when she be walkin'."

I just ignored him and continued to put clothes into the washing machine. "Bruh, shut up." I laughed. I hit his leg. "And get the hell off of my washer before you put a dent or something in it."

"Jimmy Choos on her feet when she be walkin', Jimmy-Jimmy Choos on her feet when she be walkin'." He continued.

"Ew, do not mention Jimmy Choo." I closed the washer and started it up. "I remember I wanted some for my birthday, so of course my daddy went and bought me some. They were sooo uncomfortable." I complained.

"I swear that she's perfect, they way that she works it. She makes me so nervous, the way that she work it." He smirked and caressed my cheek.

I swatted his hand away. "Awww, stop it." I held my cheeks. "You're making me blush." I smiled. "And I could've sworn that I told you to get off of the dryer."

Jumping down, Fetty responded, "And I could've sworn that I bought the motherfuckin' dryer."

"But you got off though." I rolled my neck with every word.

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"What are you doing today?" I asked.

"I got a show in New York at some club tonight." Fetty replied.

I continued to get dressed. "I guess you forgot." I lightly laughed. "I'm taking Aydin and ZaZa to get some pictures taken of them."

He scrunched his face up at me. "When you tell me that?" He questioned as he sat up in the bed.

I walked out, fully dressed and checking my outfit in my full length mirror. "Shit," I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "I'm cute." I said to myself.

The I plugged my phone up to my speaker because I always need some type of music on when I get ready.

"When you tell me that?" Fetty repeated.

"Oh," I turned around to face him. "I told you last Friday." I simply replied. "I just don't think you were paying attention to me, like usual."

"I'm always payin' attention to you." He looked me up and down. "Always."

"Mhmm. Okay. So are you going with me or n-" 2 Milly's Milly Rock came on. "Ooh shit..." I began to do the Milly Rock.

Fetty laughed and started recording me on Instagram. "You killin' it, bae."

I stopped dancing and took his phone, smiling in the camera. "I know I killed it. Cause ya girl got them moves." I obnoxiously laughed before cutting off the camera and handing the phone back to Fetty. "Are you going with me or not?"