I Do Not Like You | Marciego | 104

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For LeenDabaja I hope you enjoy! Marciego is just adorable 😍😍😍


MARCO POV


My phone vibrates on the wooden side table next to my bed. I reach over, and see there was a text message. I open it up, and smile at the name who sent it.

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥

Well that's what I get for letting him choose the name to put on my phone. You can change it. He once told me. I didn't want to.

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : Hey Marcy baby 😘

Me : Hi

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : Really? No emotion 😑 Aren't you missing meh?

Me : Nope 😝

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : Well I'm missing you 💙

Me : That's nice 😂

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : FUCK YOU!

Me : 🙄🙄🙄

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : You did NOT just roll your eyes at me!!!

Me : I did 😏😏😏

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : I am Diego FUCKING Hernandez! You do NOT roll your eyes at ME!

Me : What you going to do about it love? 😏😜😝

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : I do NOT like you 😒😠

Me : You love me 😚😏

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : I'm going to come for you!

Me : Can't fucking wait 😏

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : 🚗🚗 (Apple doesn't offer nice car emojis)

Me : 😂😂 Can't wait to see you baby!

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : 🙄🙄🙄

Me : 😠

Hot Stuff 😘😈🔥 : Not nice is it!!! Bye.

I put my phone down, laughing. He was such a drama queen sometimes.

My drama queen.

I smile giddily at the thought. It still felt like a dream, that Diego Hernandez was mine. Diego was the player in the Studio, everybody fell for him. Including me. When I first fell for him, he was with Leon. And then Leon dumped him - it was the biggest thing that has ever happened in the Studio ; somebody dumping Diego!- and then somehow he came to me.

I go downstairs, with my phone in my hand. I switch on my record player, and put on a Whitney Houston record. I hum to myself as my legs move slightly to the music of One Moment In Time. Before I can break into a full on dance, my phone rings for a video call.

My grandmother.

She would sometimes call, so that I could talk to my dog. I had to leave my Golden Retriever, Rocky, with her because I came to study here. I answer the phone, and she tells me to speak to him. I was listening to her, telling me how he was doing, I never even heard the door open.

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