Quavo POV
So after me n take got done chillin w/ Mia n Kay, we was on our way back to the mansion. It was silent in the car.
Quavo: So y'all together now ? I asked take breaking the silence.
Take: Yea..we together now. He said smiling.
Quavo: Nigga she got you that geeked 😭 ?
Take: Hell yea 😂. We both laughed.
Take: So what you n Mia do ?
Quavo: Shit, but talk about our relationship. What y'all do ?
Take: Same thing 😏. This nigga had a smirk on his face. I got confused.
Quavo: Nigga tf you smil-. OOOOH y'all kissed didn't y'all 👀 ?
Take: Hell yea 😭. We dapped eachother laughing. By the time we stopped, we pulled up to the mansion. We walked in n went straight to our rooms. I was tired af so I just took my shirt off n my pants off. I slipped on my basketball shorts, put my phone on the charger n went to sleep.
*Next Day*
I was woke, just got out the shower n remembered something. It's my nigga Pistol birthday. Pistol was my mans since middle school. He was a upcoming rapper like all of us that was just starting w/ QC. He was killed during our sophomore year at a party. We still don't know who did it. I remember holding him in my arms before they pronounced him dead. Shit still fucks me up inside. So all of us decided to hit up the cemetery to see him n then go to his moma house to see how she doing. We do it from time to time cause she was like our moma to all of us. I was about to get ready but then I get a text from Mia.
M❤️: I'm coming w/ you today.
Q💍: No your not, I don't wanna see you hurt.
M❤️: Baby 😐, I can handle it, I'm a big girl.
Q💍: My answer still no. Ik how you is.
M❤️: Okay 😪. Tell him I said hey for me 💕.
Q💍: Ok baby, love you I'll text you later 😘.
M❤️: Love you too ❤️.
Mia POV
So today is Pistol's birthday. To tell y'all the whole text message part in case y'all confused. Me n Pistol were together since 7th to 9th grade. 9th grade was when Quavo confessed that he had feelings for me. Pistol must have known that I had the same feelings towards him, so he broke up w/ me so I could be w/ Quavo. Even tho we just started being together. I still feel bad for doing Pistol like that. He might have been ok w/ that, but for me, deep down, I felt guilty. We were still close friends. Instead of being boyfriend/girlfriend, he was like a brother to me. When they told me someone shot him, my heart broke w/ so much sadness. I would do anything to have him back. But knowing he's gone n never coming back, kills me. They still don't know who did it. I wanna go w/ them to the cemetery to see him, but Quavo said no 😒. I understand that Quavo don't wanna see me crying n in pain, but I need to do this. So I did my hygiene stuff n got ready, I put my red floral lace dress on n my my gold/white Chanel sandals on. I curled my hair w/ my wand curler. I decided not to put on make up. I texted Quavo.
M❤️: QUAVIOUS PLEASE LET ME GO W/ YALL 😩.
Q💍: No
M❤️: PLEASEE ?
Q💍: 😑.
M❤️: Quavo. You kno I have too go. I haven't seen him in 2 years. Please 😔 ?
Q💍: Ok ! I get it, we fina come get you so you better be ready.
M❤️: 😘.
